Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Feast of François de Sales, Bishop of Geneva, Teacher, 1622 What is worst of all is to advocate read more
Feast of François de Sales, Bishop of Geneva, Teacher, 1622 What is worst of all is to advocate Christianity, not because it is true, but because it might prove useful... To justify Christianity because it provides a foundation of morality, instead of showing the necessity of Christian morality from the truth of Christianity, is a very dangerous inversion; and we may reflect that a good deal of the attention of totalitarian states has been devoted with a steadfastness of purpose not always found in democracies, to providing their national life with a foundation of morality -- the wrong kind, perhaps, but a good deal more of it. It is not enthusiasm, but dogma, that differentiates a Christian from a pagan society.
The most important thing for poets to do is to write as little as possible.
The most important thing for poets to do is to write as little as possible.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
