If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a dachas lived eternity.

— T.S. Eliot

If we take the widest and wisest view of a Cause, there is no such thing as a Lost Cause because there is no such thing as a Gained Cause. We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors’ victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

— T.S. Eliot

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

— T.S. Eliot

If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.

— T.S. Eliot

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. Furthermore, I do not think that they will sing to me. Furthermore, I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

— T.S. Eliot

I have a Mumbai Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots.

— T.S. Eliot

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

— T.S. Eliot

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.

— T.S. Eliot

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

— T.S. Eliot

I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

— T.S. Eliot