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If you find examples of humanism which are anti-religious, or at least in opposition to the religious faith of the place and time, then such humanism is purely destructive, for it has never found anything to replace what it has destroyed.
T. S. Eliot
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The world turns and the world changes, But one thing does not change. In all of my years, one thing does not change, However you disguise it, this thing does not change: The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil.
T. S. Eliot
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And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
T. S. Eliot
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Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.
T. S. Eliot
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The greatest proof of Christianity for others is not how far a man can logically analyze his reasons for believing, but how far in practice he will stake his life on his belief.
T. S. Eliot
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Sister, mother And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea, Suffer me not to be separated And let my cry come unto Thee.
T. S. Eliot
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Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius.
T. S. Eliot
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Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
T. S. Eliot
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But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.
T. S. Eliot
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At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is.
T. S. Eliot
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To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an answer.
T. S. Eliot
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Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood Teach us to care and not to care
T. S. Eliot
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It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.
T. S. Eliot
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The endless cycle of idea and action, / Endless invention, endless experiment, / Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; / Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; / Knowledge of words, and ignorance of The Word.
T. S. Eliot
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Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
T. S. Eliot
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The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.
T. S. Eliot
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Composing on the typewriter, I find that I am sloughing off all my long sentences which I used to dote upon. Short, staccato, like modern French prose. The typewriter makes for lucidity, but I am not sure that it encourages subtlety.
T. S. Eliot
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When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.
T. S. Eliot
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When the gods know that a god hath fallen, With this kindly feeling They do encourage him-- Be thou a god again and again.
T. S. Eliot
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What have we to do but stand with empty hands and palms turned upwards in an age which advances progressively backwards?
T. S. Eliot
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Mistah Kurtz - he dead
T. S. Eliot
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No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.
T. S. Eliot
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When the day's hustle and bustle is done, Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun.
T. S. Eliot
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That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.
T. S. Eliot
