Murder in the Cathedral

Murder in the Cathedral is a verse drama by T.S. Eliot, first performed in 1935, that portrays the assassination of Archbishop Thomas Becket in Canterbury Cathedral in 1170. Eliot drew heavily on the writing of Edward Grim, a clerk who was an eyewitness to the event.

Quotes

 * Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of statesmen.


 * The pattern is the action and the suffering, that the wheel may turn and still be forever still.

They know and do not know, what it is to act or suffer. They know and do not know, that action is suffering And suffering is action. Neither does the agent suffer Nor the patient act. '''But both are fixed In an eternal action, an eternal patience. To which all must consent that it may be willed And which all must suffer that they may will it, That the pattern may subsist, for the pattern is the action And the suffering, that the wheel may turn and still Be forever still.'''
 * They speak better than they know, and beyond your understanding. 

But in the life of one man, never The same time returns.''' Sever The cord, shed the scale. Only The fool, fixed in his folly, may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.
 * '''Men learn little from others' experience.

'''Endurance of friendship does not depend Upon ourselves, but upon circumstance. But circumstance is not undetermined. Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended. Sooner shall enmity turn to alliance. The enmity that never knew friendship Can sooner know accord.'''
 * Purpose is plain.

From unreality to unreality.
 * All things become less real, man passes

pain, than birth or death.
 * God is leaving us, God is leaving us, more pang, more

To do the right deed for the wrong reason.'''
 * '''The last temptation is the greatest treason:

Messenger: Peace, but not the kiss of peace.
 * First Priest: But again, is it war or peace?

And sorrow, than the man who serves a king.''' For those who serve the greater cause may make the cause serve them, Still doing right: and striving with political men May make that cause political, not by what they do But by what they are.
 * '''Servant of God has chance of greater sin


 * Saints are not made by accident. Still less is a Christian martyrdom the effect of a man's will to become a Saint, as a man by willing and contriving may become a ruler of men. Ambition fortifies the will of man to become ruler over other men: it operates with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the action of impurity upon impurity. Not so in Heaven. A martyr, a saint, is always made by the design of God, for His love of men, to warn them and to lead them, to bring them back to His ways. A martyrdom is never the design of man; for the true martyr is he who has become the instrument of God, who has lost his will in the will of God, not lost it but found it, for he has found freedom in submission to God. The martyr no longer desires anything for himself, not even the glory of martyrdom. So thus as on earth the Church mourns and rejoices at once, in a fashion that the world cannot understand; '''so in Heaven the Saints

You shall remember them, droning by the fire, When age and forgetfulness sweeten memory Only like a dream that has often been told And often been changed in the telling. '''They will seem unreal. Human kind cannot bear very much reality.'''
 * You shall forget these things, toiling in the household,

We are not here to triumph by fighting, by stratagem, or by resistance, Not to fight with beasts as men. We have fought the beast And have conquered.''' We have only to conquer Now, by suffering. This is the easier victory.
 * '''The church shall be open, even to our enemies.

Against the lion, the leopard, the wolf or the boar, Why not more Against beasts with the souls of damned men, against men Who would damn themselves to beasts. My Lord! My Lord!
 * You would bar the door

'''You argue by results, as this world does, To settle if an act be good or bad.''' You defer to the fact. For every life and every act Consequence of good and evil can be shown. '''And as in time results of many deeds are blended So good and evil in the end become confounded.''' It is not in time that my death shall be known; ''' It is out of time that my decision is taken If you call that decision To which my whole being gives entire consent. I give my life To the Law of God above the Law of Man.''' Those who do not the same How should they know what I do?
 * You think me reckless, desperate and mad.

We understood the private catastrophe, The personal loss, the general misery, Living and partly living;
 * We did not wish anything to happen.

But this, this is out of life, this is out of time, An instant eternity of evil and wrong.
 * In life there is not time to grieve long

You still shall tramp and tread one endless round Of thought, to justify your action to yourselves, Weaving a fiction which unravels as you weave, Pacing forever in the hell of make-believe Which never is belief: this is your fate on earth And we must think no further of you.
 * In the small circle of pain within the skull

in all the creatures of the earth, In the snow, in the rain, in the wind, in the storm, in all of thy creatures, both the hunters and the hunted, '''For all things exist as seen by thee, only as known by thee, all things exist Only in thy light, and thy glory is declared even in that which denies thee; the darkness declares the glory of light. Those who deny thee could not deny, if thou didst not exist; and their denial is never complete, for if it were so, they would not exist. They affirm thee in living; all things affirm thee in living;''' the bird in the air, both the hawk and the finch; the beast on the earth, both the wolf and the lamb. Therefore we, whom thou hast made to be conscious of thee, must consciously praise thee, in thought and in word and in deed.
 * We praise thee, O God, for thy glory displayed

Gone from us, lost to us, The church lies bereft, Alone, Desecrated, desolated. And the heathen shall build On the ruins Their world without God. I see it. I see it.
 * O father, father

There is holy ground, and the sanctity shall not depart from it Though armies trample over it, though sightseers come with guide-books looking over it; From where the western seas gnaw at the coast of Iona, To the death in the desert, the prayer in forgotten places by the broken Imperial column, '''From such ground springs that which forever renews the earth Though it is forever denied.'''
 * Wherever a saint has dwelt, wherever a martyr has given his blood for the blood of Christ,