More Quotes by T. S. Eliot
You are the music while the music lasts.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
For I have known them all already, known them all Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.
Books. Cats. Life is good.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
