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