W. H. Auden

A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.

A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.

When the Sex War ended with the slaughter of the Grandmothers, / They found a bachelor's baby suffocating under them; read more

When the Sex War ended with the slaughter of the Grandmothers, / They found a bachelor's baby suffocating under them; / Somebody called him George and that was the end of it: / They hitched him up to the Army.

Commemoration of Cecile Isherwood, Founder of the Community of the Resurrection, Grahamstown, South Africa, 1906 Christ did not enchant read more

Commemoration of Cecile Isherwood, Founder of the Community of the Resurrection, Grahamstown, South Africa, 1906 Christ did not enchant men; He demanded that they believe in Him: except on one occasion, the Transfiguration. For a brief while, Peter, James, and John were permitted to see Him in His glory. For that brief while they had no need of faith. The vision vanished, and the memory of it did not prevent them from all forsaking Him when He was arrested, or Peter from denying that he had ever known Him.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, read more

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

In those whom I like, I can find no common denominator; in those whom I love I can: they all read more

In those whom I like, I can find no common denominator; in those whom I love I can: they all make me laugh.