Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Feast of François de Sales, Bishop of Geneva, Teacher, 1622 What is worst of all is to advocate read more
Feast of François de Sales, Bishop of Geneva, Teacher, 1622 What is worst of all is to advocate Christianity, not because it is true, but because it might prove useful... To justify Christianity because it provides a foundation of morality, instead of showing the necessity of Christian morality from the truth of Christianity, is a very dangerous inversion; and we may reflect that a good deal of the attention of totalitarian states has been devoted with a steadfastness of purpose not always found in democracies, to providing their national life with a foundation of morality -- the wrong kind, perhaps, but a good deal more of it. It is not enthusiasm, but dogma, that differentiates a Christian from a pagan society.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started read more
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love 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. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
