Poetry Is Not The Thing Said, But

Life, To Be Sure, Is Nothing Much To Lose, But Young Men Think It Is, And We Were Young.

All Knowledge Is Precious Whether Or Not It Serves The Slightest Human Use.

Poetry Is Not The Thing Said, But The Way Of Saying It.

Ale, Man, Ale's The Stuff To Drink For Fellows Whom It Hurts To Think.

Into My Hear An Air That Kills Through Yon Far Country Blows What Are Those Blue Remembered Hills What Spires,what Farms Are Those? That Is The Land Of Lost Content I Can See It Shining Plain The Happy Highways Where I Went And Cannot Come Again.