W. H. Auden
W. H. Auden was an English-born poet, playwright, and essayist who held citizenship in both the United Kingdom and the United States, and who worked across an unusually wide range of literary and scholarly forms.
Born in York on 21 February 1907, Auden was educated at St Edmund's School and Gresham's School before reading at Christ Church, Oxford. He went on to work as a university teacher, and his practice extended well beyond verse: he wrote for the stage, produced libretti and screenplays, worked as a translator, and contributed to literary criticism and literary history. Among the works he produced, The Orators stands as one of the notable titles attached to his name. He wrote in English throughout his career, and the breadth of his output — moving between poetry, drama, the essay, and collaborative musical forms — shaped the long arc of his working life. He eventually became a citizen of the United States, carrying both nationalities until his death.
His achievements were recognized through several major distinctions: the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, the Bollingen Prize, a Guggenheim Fellowship, the National Book Award, and the Austrian State Prize for European Literature. That last honor carries a particular resonance, as Auden died in Vienna on 29 September 1973. His career, stretching from interwar Britain across the Atlantic and eventually back toward Europe, was marked throughout by the sustained practice of poetry alongside his parallel work in criticism, translation, and the writing of libretti.
Quotes by W. H. Auden
W. H. Auden's insights on:

In headaches and in worry vaguely life leaks away, And time will have his fancy tomorrow or today.

It takes little talent to see clearly what lies under one's nose, a good deal of it to know in which direction to point that organ.

To the man-in-the-street, who, I'm sorry to say, / Is a keen observer of life, / The word 'Intellectual' suggests straight away / A man who's untrue to his wife.

A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them. Even a rich man thinks he has to go down to the office every day. Not because he likes it but because he can't think of anything else to do.

We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.Â

History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.

We are here on earth to do good for others. What the others are here for, I don't know.

Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate

