The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Although I do not hope to turn again Although I do not hope Although I do not hope to turn — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Dayodhuam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The Rum Turn Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in, then he wants to be out; He's always on… — 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