“ Clay lies still but blood's a rover Breath's a ware that will not keep Up lad when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep. A. E. Housman
“ 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. A. E. Housman
“ If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. A. E. Housman
“ Three minutes' thought would suffice to find this out . but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time. A. E. Housman
“ Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. A. E. Housman
“ Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure. A. E. Housman
“ The loveliest of trees the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for Eastertide. A. E. Housman
