T.S. Eliot

O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag- It's so elegant So intelligent.

Quick now, here now, always- A condition of complete simplicity (costing not less than everything) And all shall be well All manner of things shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and rose are one.

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.

We must believe that "emotion recollected in tranquillity" is an inexact formula. For it is neither emotion, nor recollection, nor without distortion of meaning, tranquillity. It is a concentration, and a new thing resulting from the concentration of a very great number of experiences which to the practical and active person would not seem to be experiences at all; it is a concentration which does not happen consciously or of deliberation. These experiences are not "recollected" and they finally unite in an atmosphere which is "tranquil" only in that it is a passive attending upon the event.

Immature poets borrow, mature poets steal.

If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.

I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

Human kind Cannot bear very much reality.

Reorganized upon the floor She yawns and draws a stocking up.