T. S. Eliot

Art never improves, but… the material of art is never quite the same. T. S. Eliot

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. T. S. Eliot

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.…

Home is where one starts from. T. S. Eliot

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this…

A play should give you something to think about. When I see a play and understand it the first time,…

The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working…

I don’t believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain…

For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and…

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative in that it somehow…