Quote for Today: T.S. Eliot
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. …
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. …
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. ―T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets, …
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those …
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken …
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell …
