T. S. Eliot

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#darkness #light #shall #stillness

The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#conscious #ought #poet #unconscious #usually

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#know #literature #little #much #our

In my beginning is my end. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#end

April is the cruellest month. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#month

So the lover must struggle for words. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#must #struggle #words

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

#cannot #degree #even #finger #invariably

The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#far #interpret #monad #only #other

There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#finally #ideal #labelled #point #point of view

Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#improves #material #never #quite #same