Now is the age of anxiety.

Quote by W H Auden

Topics: Age Quotes, Funny Quotes

A poet is a professional maker of verbal objects.

A poet is a professional maker of verbal objects.

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

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own...

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own...

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.

When I am in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who...

When I am in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who...

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river...

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river...

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

Drama is based on the Mistake. I think someone is my friend when he really...

Drama is based on the Mistake. I think someone is my friend when he really...

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

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

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

We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are...

We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are...

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...

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

Men will pay large sums to whores for telling them they are not bores.

Men will pay large sums to whores for telling them they are not bores.

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.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they...

Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they...

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...

Poets treat their experiences shamelessly; they exploit them

Poets treat their experiences shamelessly; they exploit them

I've always been spontaneous and outgoing... I've tried lots of things so I've got some...

I've always been spontaneous and outgoing... I've tried lots of things so I've got some...

The question shouldn't be is there life after death but is there life before death...

The question shouldn't be is there life after death but is there life before death...