Quotes from A. E. Housman

Malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man.

The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.

The loveliest of trees, the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough, and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for Eastertide.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure.

And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.

To justify God's ways to man.

The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.

They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.

Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again.

I a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.