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
In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience ?in the mind of the poet… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
When oxygen and sulphur dioxide are mixed in the presence of a filiament of platinum, they form sulphurous acid. This combination takes… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
As a rule, with me an unfinished [idea] is a thing that might as well be rubbed out. It's better, if there's… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We shall not cease from exploring, And the end of our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the… — 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
Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious… — 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