A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest. T. S. Eliot More Quotes by T. S. Eliot More Quotes From T. S. Eliot I journeyed to London, to the timekept City, Where the River flows, with foreign flotations. There I was told: we have too many churches, And too few chop-houses. T. S. Eliot cities house rivers Each way means loneliness -- and communion. T. S. Eliot loneliness mean way We should not confuse information with knowledge. T. S. Eliot information should The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat, If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house. If you set him on a mouse then he only wants a rat, If you set him on a rat then he'd rather chase a mouse. Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat - And there isn't any call for me to shout it: For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it! T. S. Eliot cat house want I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney. T. S. Eliot honor hero heaven The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park. T. S. Eliot pugs fighting people I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. T. S. Eliot housemaids gates soul Each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling. T. S. Eliot new-beginnings venture feelings And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair. T. S. Eliot wonder hair time The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire. T. S. Eliot fire love-is lying Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street. T. S. Eliot ends time goodbye But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water. T. S. Eliot daughter spring time I gotta use words to talk to you. T. S. Eliot use 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. T. S. Eliot novelty tests judging The hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way- The Church can sleep and feed at once. T. S. Eliot church sleep night Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? T. S. Eliot flannels peaches hair Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith The army of unalterable law. T. S. Eliot army law watches We are the hollow men T. S. Eliot learning together men Religion, as distinguished from modern paganism, implies a life in conformity with nature. It may be observed that the natural life and the supernatural life have a conformity to each other which neither has with the mechanistic life...A wrong attitude towards nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude towards God...[We should] struggle to recover the sense of relation to nature and to God. T. S. Eliot struggle may attitude Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. T. S. Eliot cake ice greatness
