T. S. Eliot, fully Thomas Sterns Eliot

T. S.
Eliot, fully Thomas Sterns Eliot
1888
1965

American-born English Poet, Playwright, and Literary Critic

Author Quotes

There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labeled

Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.

To country people Cows are mild, and flee from any stick they throw; but I’m a timid town bred child, and all the cattle seem to know.

War among men defiles this world.

We must remember that what a writer does to people is not necessarily what he intends to do. It may be only what people are capable of having done to them.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.

Would it have been worthwhile. To have bitten off the matter with a smile. To have squeezed the universe into a ball.

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.

Men learn little from others' experience. But in the life of one man, never the same time returns.

Neither way is better. Both ways are necessary.

Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

Reorganized upon the floor She yawns and draws a stocking up.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

The Civil War is not ended: I question whether any serious civil war ever does end.

The lawn is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return gently at twilight, gently go at dawn, the sad intangible who grieve and yearn.

The repeated reminder of Mr. Pound: that poetry should be as well written as prose.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief that does not find relief in music.

Think. Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.

When I see a play and understand it the first time, then I know it can't be much good.

Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.

Author Picture
First Name
T. S.
Last Name
Eliot, fully Thomas Sterns Eliot
Birth Date
1888
Death Date
1965
Bio

American-born English Poet, Playwright, and Literary Critic