8 Quotes by T S Eliot

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living.

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

The awful daring of a moment's surrenderWhich an age of prudence can never retract ...

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone ...

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent Godless people:Their only monument the asphalt roadAnd a thousand lost golf balls.

When lovely lady stoops to follyAnd finds too late that men betray,She brushes her hair with automatic hand And puts a record on the gramophone.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn.