“Therefore, since the world has stillMuch good, but much less good than ill,And while the sun and moon endureLuck's a chance, but trouble's sure,I'd face it as a wise man would,And train for ill and not for good.”
— A. E. HousmanThe world is none the better for my hate, and I can do without.
— A. E. HousmanNature, not content with denying humans the ability to think, has endowed them with the ability to write.
— A. E. HousmanAnd malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
— A. E. HousmanWhen I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas but not your heart away.'
— A. E. HousmanShoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
— A. E. HousmanGood literature is the enemy of the average mind, yet to the discerning soul, it is a rare delight.
— A. E. HousmanThe goal stands up, the keeper stands up to keep the goal.
— A. E. HousmanThe lover, the poet, and the madman are of imagination all compact.
— A. E. HousmanThe house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
— A. E. HousmanThe thoughts of others were light and fleeting, of lovers’ meeting or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, and mine were steady; so I was ready when trouble came.
— A. E. Housman