T. S. Eliot

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.

Feast of Lucy, Martyr at Syracuse, 304 Commemoration of Samuel Johnson, Writer, Moralist, 1784 Why should men love the Church? read more

Feast of Lucy, Martyr at Syracuse, 304 Commemoration of Samuel Johnson, Writer, Moralist, 1784 Why should men love the Church? Why should they love her laws? She tells them of Life and Death, and of all they would forget. She is tender where they would be hard, and hard where they like to be soft. She tells them of Evil and Sin, and other unpleasant facts. They constantly try to escape from the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good.

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this read more

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.

The most important thing for poets to do is to write as little as possible.

The most important thing for poets to do is to write as little as possible.