Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

Existence is not itself a good thing, that we should spend a lifetime securing its necessaries: a life spent, however victoriously, in securing the necessaries of life is no more than an elaborate furnishing and decoration of apartments for the reception of a guest who is never to come. Our business here is not to live, but to live happily.

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

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure.