Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delightOf the Valleys of Dream.

My heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill

I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.

I am lonely, lonely.I was born to be lonely,I am best so!

The silence that is in the starry sky,The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

The university most worthy of rational admiration is that one in which your lonely thinker can feel himself lonely, most positively furthered, and most richly fed