457 Quotes by W. H. Auden

Swans in the winter air A white perfection have

The camera may do justice to laughter, but must degrade sorrow.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Human language is mythological and metaphorical by nature.

Caesar's double-bed is warm As an unimportant clerk Writes i do not like my work On a pink official form.

About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters.

The surest sign that a man has a genuine taste of his own is that he is uncertain of it.

Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe.

It's better to say, 'I'm suffering,' than to say, 'This landscape is ugly.