Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.

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.

White in the moon the long road lies.

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.

I think that to transfuse emotion - not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer - is the peculiar function of poetry.

Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.

Good night; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours. * While sky and sea and land And earth's foundations stand And heaven endures. *These three lines are on the tablet over Housman's grave in the parish church at Ludlow, Shropshire, England