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| Unreal City, / Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, / A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, / I had not thought death had undone so many. | | Uncategorized | |
| War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted. | | War | |
| We are not here to triumph by fighting, by strata gem, or by resistance, not to fight with beasts as men. We have fought the beast and have conquered. We have only to conquer now, by suffering. This is the easier victory. | | Uncategorized | |
| We are the hollow men / We are the stuffed men / Leaning together. | | Uncategorized | |
| We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value -- a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity. | | Uncategorized | |
| We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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 about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of cr | | Criticism; Mind | |
| We must believe that 'emotion recollected in tranquillity' is an inexact formula. For it is neither emotion, nor recollection, nor without distortion of meaning, tranquillity. It is a concentration, and a new thing resulting from the concentration of a very great number of experiences which to the practical and active person would not seem to be experiences at all; it is a concentration which does not happen consciously or of deliberation. These experiences are not 'recollected' and they finally unite in an atmosphere which is ''tranquil'' only in that it is a passive attending upon the event. | | Uncategorized | |
| We shall not 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. | | Exploration | |
| Webster was much possessed by death / And saw the skull beneath the skin. | | Uncategorized | |
| What do we live for; if it is not to make life less difficult to each other? | | Life | |
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| What makes life dreary is the want of a motive. | | Life; Motives | |
| What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. | | Beginning | |
| What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. | | Uncategorized | |
| Whatever you do, don't whimper, but take the consequences. | | Uncategorized | |
| When a Cat adopts you there is nothing to be done about it except put up with it until the wind changes. | | Uncategorized | |
| When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences. | | Poets | |
| When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. | | Death and dying | |
| When lovely woman stoops to folly and / Paces about her room again, alone, / She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, / And puts a record on the gramophone. | | Uncategorized | |
