T. S. Eliot Quotes

The more you explain it, the more I don't understand it.

The one recurring theme in my writing, and in my life in general, is confusion. The fact that anytime you think you really know something, you're going to find out you're wrong - that is the rule. The moments where you think you have something figured out, those are the exceptions.

What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.

The more I see, the less I know.

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.

I find the more you analyze, the less you really know.

Increasingly, people seem to misinterpret complexity as sophistication, which is baffling -- the incomprehensible should cause suspicion rather than admiration.

What went wrong? Nothing and everything.

His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?

The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.

Who is apt, on occasion, to assign a multitude of reasons when one will do? This is a sure sign of weakness in argument.

Aren't you an enigma wrapped in a thick coating of contradictions.

All things will be ambiguous, for this is the curse of wisdom.

He's very nice. He's something I replied. She considered this zipping her purse shut. Then she said Well everyone is. Everyone is Something. For some reason that stuck with me simple and yet not every since she'd said it. It was like a puzzle as well two vague words with one clear one between them.

Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He had explained this to Pooh and Christopher Robin once before and had been waiting for a chance to do it again, because it is a thing you can easily explain twice before anybody knows what you are talking about.

Making the simple complicated is commonplace.

When you start talking about the known knowns and the unknown unknowns, you're thrown into a crazy meta-level discussion. Do I know what I know, do I know what I don't know, do I know what I don't know I don't know. It becomes a strange, Lewis Carroll - like nursery rhyme.

The more I know, the less I understand

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

The truth is that everything causes everything else. We do not speak therefore of one thing causing another. There are no secrets. It's just we thought they said dead when they said bread.

I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

Lawyers spend their professional careers shoveling smoke.

Quand celui à qui l'on parle ne comprend pas et celui qui parle ne se comprend pas, c'est de la métaphysique When he to whom a person speaks does not understand, and he who speaks does not understand himself, that is metaphysics.

The order I found was the order of disorder