The man who bears my name, and who claims to be me, was born on July 15, 1865, the sixth in a family of seven. He was an ugly child, and remained ugly till his eighteenth year, when his looks gradually improved. — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
I had never thought of myself as a dramatist, and, for really good technical results, the thought came too late: a man of letters… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
I still think that if the human race, or even one nation, could only get right about its God the rest would follow. — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
The man who bears my name, and who claims to be me, was born on July 15, 1865, the sixth in a family of… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
If I live for another ten years I shall probably have written all that I want to write. — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
It is right and natural that generous minds while in the twenties should think the books which try to reform the world's wrong the… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
Suicide is possible, but not probable; hanging, I trust, is even more unlikely; for I hope that, by the time I die, my countrymen… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
I have always been a writer of letters, and of long ones; so, when I first thought of writing a book in the form… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
I shall not die young, for I am already near seventy: I may die old. — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
If I loved all the world as I do you, I shouldn't write books to it: I should only write letters to it, and… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
Father eternal, ruler of creation, Spirit of life, which moved ere form was made Through the thick darkness covering every nation Light to man's… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
It is the sincerest thing I have written, caught by the drama of a soul struggling in the contrary toils of love and religion… — Laurence Housman Copy Share Image
