Three minutes' thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time. - Alfred Edward Housman

Poetry indeed seems to me more physical than intellectual. [...] Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. [...] The seat of this sensation is the pit of the stomach.

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge, Gold that I never see; Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedge That will not shower on me.

Most men are rather stupid, and most of those who are not stupid are, consequently, rather vain.