A. E. Housman Quotes - 9quotes.com

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
Written by A. E. Housman
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
Written by A. E. Housman
Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
Written by A. E. Housman
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.
Written by A. E. Housman
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
Written by A. E. Housman
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Written by A. E. Housman
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
Written by A. E. Housman
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Written by A. E. Housman
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
Written by A. E. Housman
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
Written by A. E. Housman
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Written by A. E. Housman
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.
Written by A. E. Housman
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Written by A. E. Housman
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
Written by A. E. Housman
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
Written by A. E. Housman
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.
Written by A. E. Housman
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
Written by A. E. Housman
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.
Written by A. E. Housman

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