Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.
This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is read more
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?
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.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, read more
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
