Quotes from T. S. Eliot

The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in but its fitting in is a test of its value -- a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.

We shall never cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.

We shall not cease from our exploration And at the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.

Men tighten the knot of confusion Into perfect misunderstanding.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.

Old men ought to be explorers.

The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.

Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account.

Ambition fortifies the will of man to become ruler over other men: it operates with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the action of impurity upon impurity.

Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative.

...human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.

In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.

Criminal Minds, The Bunker: "This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper."

My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

When forced to work within a strict framework, the imagination is taxed to its utmost and will produce its richest ideas. Given total freedom, the work is likely to sprawl.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.