A Quote by T. S. Eliot

The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant. — © T. S. Eliot
The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.
Paris is a danger for people like me. We spend our rent money in Paris on clothes.
Strong hope is a much greater stimulant of life than any single realised joy could be.
Success: a marvelous stimulant, bubbling with inspiration and incitement. But for all except the few who are strong and steadfast, there lurks beneath the effervescence a subtle poison.
Americans continue to visit Paris not just for Paris, but for ‘Paris.’ As if out of some collective nostalgia for what Paris should be, more than what it is. For someone else’s memories.
The danger of psychedelic drugs, the danger of mind-opening, the danger of consciousness expansion, the danger of inner discovery is a danger to the establishment.
Moral obligation is to me so very strong a Stimulant, that in 9 cases out of ten it acts as a Narcotic. The Blow that should rouse, stuns me.
The chief danger to philosophy is narrowness in the selection of evidence.
That so few now dare to be eccentric, marks the chief danger of the time.
The chief danger in life is that you may take too many precautions.
The ordinary man with extraordinary power is the chief danger for mankind - not the fiend or the sadist.
The influence of Paris, for instance, is now minimal. Yet a lot is written about Paris fashion.
Paris is a very exciting city. I learned about Paris the same way that Americans do: from the movies.
Paris is not so square. I'm not good at the geography of the city in Paris, so I'm always lost. Here, in New York, you can never be lost. In Paris, even when I walk to my gallery or whatever, I always take another route, because Paris is not built that way.
I didn't go to Paris until I was a grown-up in 1965. And when I went to Paris, it was the Paris I knew only from American movies.
Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.
When the franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.
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