the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter, or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes
T. S. EliotExcept for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance
T. S. EliotIf you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'
T. S. EliotIf you havenโt the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
T. S. Eliot