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T.S Eliot


April is the crullest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

The Waste Land

In my beginning is my end.

East Coker

Home is the place where one starts from

East Coker

Teach us to care and not to care.
Teach us to sit still

Ash Wednesday

Det antall mennesker som innehar noe kreterie for å skille mellom godt og ondt er meget lite

Virginia lectures, 1933

Helvete er enselv

The Cocktail Party

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridores and issues

Gerontion

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolld.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Any man might do a girl in
Any man has to, need to want to
Once in a lifetime, do a girl in

Sweeney Agonistes

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

The Rock

We shall never cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone

One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures

Why do men go to war? Because women are watching

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go

T. S. Eliot


Personalia:
Født i St. Louis, Missouri 1888 inn i en respektert engelsk familie. Han var en poet, literatur kritiker, dramatiker og innehaver av Nobel-prisen i literatur. Død i 1965
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