the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
To men of a certain type The suspicion that they are incapable of loving Is as disturbing to their self-esteem As, in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The purpose of a Christian education would not be merely to make men and women pious Christians: a system which aimed too… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended /… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Thus with most careful devotion Thus with precise attention To detail, interfering preparation Of that which is already prepared Men lighten the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Men have left GOD not for other gods, they say, but for no God; and this has never happened before. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The historical sense compels a man to write not merely with his own generation in his bones, but with a feeling that… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We are not here to triumph by fighting, by strata gem, or by resistance, not to fight with beasts as men. We… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
One thing you cannot know: The sudden extinction of every alternative, The unexpected crash of the iron cataract. You do not know… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable, Patient… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Ambition fortifies the will of man to become ruler over other men: it operates with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
No university ought to be merely a national institution....The universities should have their common ideals, they should have their common obligations toward… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Anecdote: It is by no means self-evident that human beings are most real when most violently excited; violent physical passions do not… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Destiny ... a word which means more than we can find any definitions for. It is a word which can have no… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
When forced to work within a strict framework, the imagination is taxed to its utmost and will produce its richest ideas. Given total freedom,… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring Except in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image