Quotes from T S Eliot

Or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn.

And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent Godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls.

Put on a face to meet the faces that you meet - T S Eliot - used in The Book Of Peach

The river is within us, the sea is all about us;

The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract ...

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone ...

Why speak of love? We were used to each other.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table;

These fragments I have shored against my ruins Je veux de ces fragments étayer mes ruines ???????????????

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

No poet, no artist of any art has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists.

Christianity is 'A condition of complete simplify (Costing not less than everything.)' Four Quartets

A literary critic should have no emotions except those immediately provoked by a work of art.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you?

This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.

You are the music while the music lasts.

We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.

The purpose of a Christian education would not be merely to make men and women pious Christians: a system which aimed too rigidly at this end alone would become only obscurantist. A Christian education must primarily teach people to be able to think in Christian categories.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.