Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry. — 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… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different than that from which it is… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Taking the question in general, I should say, in the case of many poets, that the most important thing for them to… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Not only every great poet, but every genuine, but lesser poet, fulfils once for all some possibility of language, and so leaves… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Poets in our civilization, as it exists at present, must be difficult...The poet must become more and more comprehensive, more allusive, more… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know… — 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
Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
When a great poet has lived, certain things have been done once for all, and cannot be achieved again. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I think it was rather an advantage not having any living poets in England or America in whom one took any particular… — 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
Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet. — 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