T. S. Eliot

Do I dare disturb the universe?

T. S. Eliot

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

T. S. Eliot

Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.

T. S. Eliot

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

T. S. Eliot

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

T. S. Eliot

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

T. S. Eliot

For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.

T. S. Eliot

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.

T. S. Eliot

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

T. S. Eliot

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

T. S. Eliot