Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
W. H. AudenHarrow the house of the dead; look shining at New styles of architecture, a change of heart.
W. H. AudenThere must always be two kinds of art: escape-art, for man needs escape as he needs food and deep sleep, and parable-art, that art which shall teach man to unlearn hatred and learn love.
W. H. AudenOne of the troubles of our times is that we are all, I think, precocious as personalities and backward as characters.
W. H. Auden