You must go to bed with friends or whores, where money makes up the difference in beauty or desire.
W. H. AudenHe was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
W. H. AudenIt takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.
W. H. Auden