A biography for A. E. Housmanhasn’t been written yet.
“That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.”
“The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.”
“בכל אמריקאי ישנה איזו תמימות ללא תקנה.”
“הבנה מושלמת לעתים מובילה להעלמות ההנאה.”
“שׁוּב אֶעֱבֹר בַּגַּן לִרְאוֹת פְּרִיחַת הַדֻּבְדְּבָן.”
“הַפְקֵר מָעוֹת וָכֶסֶף, אַךְ לֹא לִבְּךָ.”
“כְּשֶׁהַמַּסָּעוֹת יִתַּמּוּ הֵן תּוּכַל לָנוּם אֲזַי.”
“קוּם נָא: כָּל נִרְפֶּה סָרוּחַ לֹא יֵדַע גִּיל זִיו לָעַד.”
“If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.”
“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.”