W. H. Auden Quotes

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It takes little talent to see clearly what lies under one's nose, a good deal of it to know in which direction to point that organ.

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It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practising it.

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Evil is unspectacular and always human,
And shares our bed and eats at our own table.

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We are all here on Earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.

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Fame often makes a writer vain, but seldom makes him proud.

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Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.

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Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

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Earth, receive an honored guest;
William Yeats is laid to rest.
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.

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O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
The soldiers coming.

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Let us honour if we can
The vertical man
Though we value none
But the horizontal one.

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To the man-in-the street, who, I'm sorry to say
Is a keen observer of life,
The word intellectual suggests right away
A man who's untrue to his wife.

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Clear, unscaleable ahead, Rise the mountains of instead From whose cold, cascading streams None may drink except in dreams

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Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do.

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There are some poets, Kipling for example, whose relation to language reminds one of a drill sergeant: the words are taught to wash behind their ears, stand properly at attention and execute complicated maneuvers, but at the cost of never being allowed to think for themselves.

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Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

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The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.

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The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish.

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The primary function of poetry, as of all the arts, is to make us more aware of ourselves and the world around us. I do not know if such increased awareness makes us more moral or more efficient. I hope not. I think it makes us more human, and I am quite certain it makes us more difficult to deceive.

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Lay your sleeping head, my love
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral;
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie:
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

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A small grove massacred to the last ash,
An oak with heart-rot, give away the show:
This great society is going to smash;
They cannot fool us with how fast they go,
How much they cost each other and the gods.
A culture is no better than its woods.

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