What We Call The Beginning Is Often

He Is Haunted By A Demon, A Demon Against Which He Feels Powerless, Because In Its First Manifestation It Has No Face, No Name, Nothing; And The Words, The Poem He Makes, Are A Kind Of Exorcism Of This Demon.

A Condition Of Complete Simplicity (costing Not Less Than Everything)

I Am Glad You Have A Cat, But I Do Not Believe It Is So Remarkable A Cat As My Cat.

So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness The Dancing.

[on The Waste Land:] Various Critics Have Done Me The Honor To Interpret The Poem In Terms Of Criticism Of The Contemporary World, Have Considered It, Indeed, As An Important Bit Of Social Criticism. To Me It Was Only The Relief Of A Personal And Wholly Insignificant Grouse Against Life; It Is Just A Piece Of Rhythmical Grumbling.