To save your world you asked this man to die; Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?
W.H. Auden (1907 - 1973)
Source: Epitaph for an Unknown Soldier
Contributed by: Zaady
A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.
My face looks like a wedding cake left out in the rain.
No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
I cannot accept the doctrine that in poetry there is a "suspension of belief." A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.
In the end, art is small beer. The really serious things are earning one's living so as not to be a parasite and loving one's neighbor.
Those who will not reason, perish in the act. Those who will not act, perish for that reason.
One cannot review a bad book without showing off.
. . . see without looking, . . . hear without seeing, . . . breathe without asking.
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