Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is incarnation. Here the impossible union of spheres of existence is actual. Here the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Fare forward, travellers! not escaping from the past Into different lives, or into any future; You are not the same people who… — 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