Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity. T. S. Eliot anxietycreativityhand Change image and share on social
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. T. S. Eliot bangendwhimper Change image and share on social
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing. T. S. Eliot careerfeelfundamentally share on social
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. T. S. Eliot begincallend Change image and share on social
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. T. S. Eliot coffeelifemeasure Change image and share on social
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know. T. S. Eliot datadegreefinger Change image and share on social
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. T. S. Eliot dustfearhandful Change image and share on social
My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down. T. S. Eliot curtaingreattrouble Change image and share on social
Humankind cannot bear very much reality. T. S. Eliot bearhumankindreality Change image and share on social
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. T. S. Eliot bookdistractdodge Change image and share on social
