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  • As a rule, with me an unfinished [idea] is a thing that might as well be rubbed out. It's better, if there's something good in it that I might make use of elsewhere, to leave it at the back of my mind than on paper in a drawer. If I leave it in a drawer it remains the same thing but if it's in the memory it becomes transformed into something else.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : T. S. Eliot Quotes , Memories Quotes , Ideas Quotes
  • I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : T. S. Eliot Quotes , Art Quotes , Poetry Quotes
  • Thus with most careful devotion Thus with precise attention To detail, interfering preparation Of that which is already prepared Men lighten the knot of confusion Into perfect misunderstanding, Reflecting a pocket-torch of observation.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : T. S. Eliot Quotes , Men Quotes , Perfect Quotes
  • [On The Waste Land:] Various critics have done me the honor to interpret the poem in terms of criticism of the contemporary world, have considered it, indeed, as an important bit of social criticism. To me it was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : T. S. Eliot Quotes , Land Quotes , Honor Quotes
  • It is self-evident that St. Louis affected me more deeply than any other environment has ever done. I feel that there is something in having passed one's childhood beside the big river, which is incommunicable to those people who have not. I consider myself fortunate to have been born here, rather than in Boston, or New York, or London.
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    Tags : T. S. Eliot Quotes , New York Quotes , Self Quotes
  • We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : T. S. Eliot Quotes , Heart Quotes , Secret Quotes