Poet W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden

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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.
Acts of injustice done, Between the setting and the rising sun, In history lie like bones, each one.
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.
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.
Accurate scholarship can unearth the whole offence from luther untill noe that has driven a culture mad. From what occured at linz what huge imago made a psychopathic god. i and the public know what all schoolchildren learn those to whom evil is done do evil in return.
One cannot review a bad book without showing off.
No opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
False enchantment can last a lifetime.
Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.
Some books are undeservedly forgotten none are undeservedly remembered.
Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.
When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a room full of dukes.
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.
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.

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