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"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning."
(<i>Little Gidding</i>)
About T.S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot (26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965) was an American-born English poet, dramatist and literary critic. Noted for spiritual and religious themes in many of his poems, he converted from Unitarianism to Anglicanism in 1927.
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Additional quotes by T.S. Eliot
All time is unreedemable.
When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms