All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.

Quote by W H Auden

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Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.

Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.

Now is the age of anxiety.

Now is the age of anxiety.

The word 'Intellectual' suggests straight away - A man who's untrue to his wife

The word 'Intellectual' suggests straight away - A man who's untrue to his wife

Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.

Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.

The words of a dead man are modified in the guts of the living.

The words of a dead man are modified in the guts of the living.

A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them....

A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them....

It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more...

It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more...

Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot...

Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot...

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences...

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences...

In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be...

In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be...

Healing, Papa would tell me, is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing...

Healing, Papa would tell me, is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing...

In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be...

In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be...

Art is born of humiliation.

Art is born of humiliation.

Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.

Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.

Literary confessors are contemptible, like beggars who exhibit their sores for money, but not so...

Literary confessors are contemptible, like beggars who exhibit their sores for money, but not so...

All works of art are commissioned in the sense that no artist can create one...

All works of art are commissioned in the sense that no artist can create one...

The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order...

The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order...

When the Sex War ended with the slaughter of the Grandmothers, / They found a...

When the Sex War ended with the slaughter of the Grandmothers, / They found a...

Beauty is only skin deep. I think what's really important is finding a balance of...

Beauty is only skin deep. I think what's really important is finding a balance of...

The real theater of the sex war is the domestic hearth

The real theater of the sex war is the domestic hearth