That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. – A.E. Housman
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow. – A.E. Housman

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. – A.E. Housman
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow. – A.E. Housman
We for a certainty are not the first have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world. – A.E. Housman
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out…. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure. – A.E. Housman
People often become scholars for the same reason they become soldiers: simply because they are unfit for any other station. Their right hand has to earn them a livelihood; one might say they lie down like bears in winter and seek sustenance from their paws. – G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg
The chief misery of the decline of the faculties, and a main cause of the irritability that often goes with it, is evidently the isolation, the lack of customary appreciation and influence, which only the rarest tact and thoughtfulness on the part of others can alleviate. – Charles Horton Cooley