The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns. T. S. Eliot More Quotes by T. S. Eliot More Quotes From T. S. Eliot Why should men love the Church? Why should they love her laws? T. S. Eliot life-and-deathlawmen We read many books, because we cannot know enough people. T. S. Eliot enoughbookpeople The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. T. S. Eliot communicationfiredeath 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. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. T. S. Eliot seatwochildren 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. T. S. Eliot poetryfeelingsart I do not approve the extermination of the enemy; the policy of exterminating or, as it is barbarously said, liquidating enemies, is one of the most alarming developments of modern war and peace, from the point of view of those who desire the survival T. S. Eliot survivalviewswar History may be servitude. History may be freedom. See, now they vanish. The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern. T. S. Eliot patternsselfmay People find a way in which they can say something. T. S. Eliot peopleway Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas. T. S. Eliot rockspaintsea So the lover must struggle for words. T. S. Eliot alaskaloversstruggle The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, All our ignorance brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust. T. S. Eliot dustignoranceideas You will find that you survive humiliation. And that's an experience of incalculable value. T. S. Eliot humiliationthought-provokingmotivational Where there is no temple there shall be no homes. T. S. Eliot templeshome Here I am, an old man in a dry month, T. S. Eliot rainmenboys A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. T. S. Eliot journeywintertime All dash to and fro in motor cars. Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere. T. S. Eliot motor-carsfamiliarcar We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form. T. S. Eliot experienceformdifferent and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere. T. S. Eliot ribbonscarmen Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow T. S. Eliot coveringwintersnow What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in the course of time a poet may become merely reader in respect to his own works, forgetting his original meaning. T. S. Eliot poetrymaymean
