He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: Mr. Apollinox, 1917
Contributed by: Zaady
These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Source: Whispers of Immortality, 1920
Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.
Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it, merely projections.
The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.
The hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way- The Church can sleep and feed at once.
Source: The Hippopotamus, 1920
Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
Source: The Hollow Men, 1925
I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.
Source: A Cooking Egg, 1920
Hurry up, please, its time.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Game of Chess
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