Song in the Manner of Housman" O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get hung, and some get shot. Woeful is this human lot. Woe! woe, etcetera.... London is a woeful place, Shropshire is much pleasanter. Then let us smile a little space Upon fond nature's morbid grace. Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera.

If the individual, or heretic, gets hold of some essential truth, or sees some error in the system being practiced, he commits so many marginal errors himself that he is worn out before he can establish his point.

The book shd. be a ball of light in one's hand.

The worst mistake I made was that stupid, suburban prejudice of anti-Semitism.

There is no topicmore soporific and generally boring than the topic of Ireland as Ireland, as a nation.

Somebody said that I am the last American living the tragedy of Europe.

Poets who are not interested in music are, or become, bad poets.