You are the music while the music lasts.

We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion...

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information.

We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.

Poetry, if it is not to be a lifeless repetition of forms, must be constantly exploring “the frontiers of the spirit.” But these frontiers are not like the surveys of geographical explorers, conquered once for...

We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open

The dove descending breaks the airWith flame of incandescent terrorOf which the tongues declareThe one discharge from sin and error.The only hope, or else despairLies in the choice of pyre or pyre-To be redeemed from...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws / Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

So the lover must struggle for words.

Business today consists in persuading crowds.

Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose-garden.

This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy...

Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.

Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.

After the erection of the Chinese Wall of Milton, blank verse has suffered not only arrest but retrogression.

For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.

A condition of complete simplicity(Costing not less than everything)

There will be time, there will be timeTo prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,And how, how rare and strange it is, to findIn a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,(For indeed I do...

This is a community”?Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger.Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

He is quiet and small, he is blackFrom his ears to the tip of his tail;He can creep through the tiniest crackHe can walk on the narrowest rail.He can pick any card from a pack,He...

Keep true, never be ashamed of doing right; decide on what you think is right and stick to it.

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

I do not approve the extermination of the enemy; the policy of exterminating or, as it is barbarously said, liquidating enemies, is one of the most alarming developments of modern war and peace, from the...

When we read of human beings behaving in certain ways, with the approval of the author, who gives his benediction to this behavior by his attitude towards the result of the behavior arranged by himself,...

Where is the Life we have lost in living?Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms, but no longer at ease here in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.

O Light Invisible, we praise Thee! Too bright for mortal vision. O Greater Light, we praise Thee for the less; The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western...

If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the land’s edge also

To hear the latest Pole / transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips.

In my beginning is my end.

It is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.

April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.

The dripping blood our only drink,The bloody flesh our only food:In spite of which we like to thinkThat we are sound, substantial flesh and blood–Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech....

Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express.

I grow old . . . I grow old . . . / I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones — In fact, he’s remarkably fat.He doesn’t haunt pubs — he has eight or nine clubs,For he’s the St. James’s Street Cat!He’s the Cat we all greet as...

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

And what the dead had no speech for, when living, they can tell you, being dead: the communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes.