14 Quotes by E. Housman

This is for all ill-treated fellows - Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not

Then the world seemed none so bad, and I myself a sterling lad. And down in lovely muck I've lain, happy - till I woke up again.

They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man, / The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

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 for sleep.

Before the war ended common sense had rescued me from any belief that war could do the human race, or my country, any good whatever.