Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

[On The Waste Land:] Various critics have done me the honor to interpret the poem in terms of criticism of the contemporary world, have considered it, indeed, as an important bit of social criticism. To me it was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter. When I tell you a cat must have three different names.