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 who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge Where is the knowledge we have lost in information
And the wind shall say Here were decent godless people. Their only monument the asphalt road. And a thousand lost golf balls.
Only those who will risk going too far Can possibly find out how far one can go.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened Into the rose garden.
We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in but its fitting in is a test of its value a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.
So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good so far as we do evil or good, we are human and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing at least we exist.
The last temptation is the greatest treason to do the right deed for the wrong reason.
The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
Any religion...is for ever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.
Twentiethcentury art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
Immature poets imitate mature poets steal.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.
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.
April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.
This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.
People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
All that I can hope to make you understand Is only events: not what has happened. And people to whom nothing has ever happened Cannot understand the unimportance of events.
I've no gift of language, but I'm sure of what I mean: We most of us seem to live according to circumstance, But with people like him, there's something inside them That accounts for what happens to them. You get a feeling of it.
Two people who know they do not understand each other, Breeding children whom they do not understand And who will never understand them.