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A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#anything #before #else #language #love

My love, growing up on the Prairies, was country music. ↗

— Randy Bachman

#country music #growing #growing up #love #music

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

— W. H. Auden

#help #help others #here #i #know

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

— W. H. Auden

#healing #intuitive #me #nature #papa

We all have these places where shy humiliations gambol on sunny afternoons. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#places #shy #sunny #these #where

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten? ↗

— W. H. Auden

#feel #forgotten #himself #who

Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience we were driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#cannot #cardinal #driven #impatience #only

What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#consumed #dish #entertainment #food #forgotten

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 everyday. Not because he likes it but because he can't think of anything else to do. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#anything #because #bores #down #else

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. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#any #creation #emotion #everything #fleeting