“In this decayed hole among the mountains In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.”
“I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.”
T. S. Eliot
“This love is silent.”
T. S. Eliot
“For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.”
T. S. Eliot
“Atheism should always be encouraged (i.e. rationalistic not emotional atheism) for the sake of the Faith.”
T. S. Eliot
“Mr. Aldous Huxley, who is perhaps one of those people who have to perpetrate thirty bad novels before producing a good one, has a certain natural — but little developed — aptitude for seriousness.”
T. S. Eliot