For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. –
So the lover must struggle for words.
– T. S. Eliot
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
– T. S. Eliot
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.
– T. S. Eliot
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.”
– T.S. Eliot
It is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
– T. S. Eliot
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
– T.S. Eliot
I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.
– T.S Eliot
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
– T S Eliot
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
– T S Eliot
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
– T S Eliot
Where is the knowledge that is lost in information? Where is the wisdom that is lost in knowledge?
– T.S. Eliot
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.”
– T.S. Eliot
The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn’t just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I’m mad as a hatter. When I tell you a cat must have three different names.
– T.S. Eliot
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
– T.S. Eliot
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
– T. S. Eliot
You are the music while the music lasts.
– T. S. Eliot
You are the music while the music lasts.
– T. S. Eliot
You are the music while the music lasts.
T.S. Eliot
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened.
– T.S. Eliot