There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
A. E. HousmanRead
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that simple pleasures and experiences (symbolized by malt) can have a greater impact on understanding the divine than complex intellectual arguments.
A. E. Housman's quote highlights the idea that human experiences, particularly those that bring joy or solace, such as enjoying malt beer, can provide a deeper and more profound understanding of life's mysteries and the divine than philosophical writings or poetry. It suggests that sometimes, the simple and tangible aspects of life can convey meaning in ways that sophisticated arguments cannot.
In practice
This quote can inspire a speech about the value of simple pleasures in life.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
I am not a pessimist but a pejorist (as George Eliot said she was not an optimist but a meliorist); and that philosophy is founded on my observation of the world, not on anything so trivial and irrelevant as personal history.
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking_x000D_ _x000D_ Spins the heavy world around.
Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.
Sex and sleep alone make me conscious that I am mortal.
Whole people see and create wholeness wherever they go; split people see and create splits in everything and everybody.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
We cannot forever hide the truth about ourselves from ourselves.
Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.
We want no revolution; we want the brotherhood of men. We want men to love one another. We want all men to have what is sufficient for their needs. And now - strange thought - the devil has so maneuvered that the people turn from Him because those who profess Him are clothed in soft raiment and sit at well-spread tables and deny the poor.
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