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Born in March 26, 1859 / Died in April 30, 1936 / United Kingdom / English

Quotes by Alfred Edward Housman

And malt does more than Milton can To justify the ways of God to man.
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
We for a certainty are not the first have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world.
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.
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.
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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.
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.
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
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.
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.
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.