We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

In the end is my beginning.

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.

My mind may be American but my heart is British.

Taking the question in general, I should say, in the case of many poets, that the most important thing for them to do ... is to write as little as possible

The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.