In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
A. E. HousmanGive me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
A. E. HousmanAnd 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.
A. E. HousmanThe 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.
A. E. Housman