Andrew Lang

"I loved the Andrew Lang books"

"They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey."

"If indeed there be a god in heaven."

"Among the various forms of science which are reaching and affecting the new popular tradition, we have reckoned Anthropology. Pleasantly enough, Anthropology has herself but recently emerged from that limbo of the unrecognised in which Psychical Research is pining."

"Politicians use statistics in the same way that a drunk uses lamp-posts—for support rather than illumination."

"There’s a joy without canker or cark, There’s a pleasure eternally new, ’T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark Of china that’s ancient and blue."

"Here’s a pot with a cot in a park In a park where the peach-blossoms blew, Where the lovers eloped in the dark, Lived, died and were changed into two Bright birds that eternally flew Through the boughs of the may, as they sang; ’T is a tale was undoubtedly true In the reign of the Emperor Hwang."

"The windy lights of Autumn flare; I watch the moonlit sails go by; I marvel how men toil and fare, The weary business that they play! Their voyaging is vanity, And fairy gold is all their gain, And all the winds of winter cry, “My Love returns no more again.”"

"Andrew Lang's marvelous Tales of Troy and Greece...fired my imagination as a child, in an unforgettable way."

"Three maidens, Pallas, give their gifts to thee. The slender woof can they like spiders spin Demo her basket brings, Arsinoë The distaff whence the thread falls fine and thin, And Bacchylis the shuttle that doth sing A busy nightingale among the thread, For pure, and far from every shameful thing, These maidens maidenly would win their bread!"