T.S. Eliot, Collected Poems, 1909-1962 Quotes
Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.
Under the penitential gatesSustained by staring SeraphimWhere the souls of the devoutBurn invisible and dim.
music heard so deeplyThat it is not heard at all, butyou are the musicWhile the music lasts.
