T. S. Eliot ( 10 of 33 )
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of read more
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
The Civil War is not ended: I question whether any serious civil war ever does end.
The Civil War is not ended: I question whether any serious civil war ever does end.
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain read more
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
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.
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
...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.
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The read more
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. read more
To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. It is to start a new train of events that is beyond your control...
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
