“The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be… — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
“Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living.… — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
“No poet, no artist of any art has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the… — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
“The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And… — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
“A literary critic should have no emotions except those immediately provoked by a work of art.” — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
“And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent Godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls.” — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
“Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the… — T S Eliot Copy Share Image
