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W. H. Auden
February 21, 1907 - September 29, 1973
Nationality: English
Category: Poet
Subcategory: English Poet

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

   

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

   

No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.

   

All that we are not stares back at what we are.

   

A poet is a professional maker of verbal objects.

   

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

   

What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.

   

History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.

   

Good can imagine Evil; but Evil cannot imagine Good.

   

A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them. Even a rich man thinks he has to go down to the office everyday. Not because he likes it but because he can't think of anything else to do.

   

Murder is unique in that it abolishes the party it injures, so that society has to take the place of the victim and on his behalf demand atonement or grant forgiveness; it is the one crime in which society has a direct interest.

   

God bless the USA, so large, so friendly, and so rich.

   

No hero is mortal till he dies.

   

The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.

   

If time were the wicked sheriff in a horse opera, I'd pay for riding lessons and take his gun away.

   

We are here on Earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know.

   

No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe their wish has been granted.

   

No human being is innocent, but there is a class of innocent human actions called Games.

   

Music can be made anywhere, is invisible and does not smell.

   

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

   

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