Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet thereโs no place for us, my dear, yet thereโs no place for us.
W. H. AudenA person incapable of imaging another world than given to him by his senses would be subhuman, and a person who identifies his imaginary world with the world of sensory fact has become insane.
W. H. AudenMy poetry doesn't change from place to place - it changes with the years. It's very important to be one's age. You get ideas you have to turn down - 'I'm sorry, no longer'; 'I'm sorry, not yet.
W. H. Auden