T. S. Eliot

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

Humankind cannot stand very much reality.
T. S. Eliot - The Rock
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. Eliot - Quoted in the May, 24 edition of "The Montreal Gazette"
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
T. S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, line 105
It is impossible to say just what I mean!

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

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.

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
T. S. Eliot - Little Gidding
We shall not 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.
T. S. Eliot - Little Gidding, from Four Quartets
We shall not 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.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

In a minute there is time for decision and revisions that a minute will reverse.

I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.

- T. S. Eliot