t s eliot quotes

So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far
as we do evil or good, we are human: and it is better, in a paradoxical
way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least we exist.
-- T.S. Eliot, essay on Baudelaire

I think we are in Rats' Alley where the dead men lost their bones.
-- T.S. Eliot

Immature poets imitate, mature poets steal.
-- T.S. Eliot, "Philip Massinger"

This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
-- T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"

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

Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
-- T.S. Eliot, "Four Quartets: Burnt Norton"

I think we are in Rats' Alley where the dead men lost their bones.
-- T.S. Eliot

So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far
as we do evil or good, we are human: and it is better, in a paradoxical
way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least we exist.
-- T.S. Eliot, essay on Baudelaire

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
-- T.S. Eliot, "Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Success is relative: It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
-- T.S. Eliot, "The Family Reunion"

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
-- T.S. Eliot, "Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Immature poets imitate, mature poets steal.
-- T.S. Eliot, "Philip Massinger"

Success is relative: It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
-- T.S. Eliot, "The Family Reunion"

Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
-- T.S. Eliot, "Four Quartets: Burnt Norton"

This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
-- T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

-- T.S. Eliot

I think we are in Rats' Alley where the dead men lost their bones.
-- T.S. Eliot