Henry Lawson was born 17 June 1867, and died 2 September 1922
- Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I’m at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.
- Why on earth do we want closer connection with England? We have little in common with English people except our language. We are fast becoming an entirely different people.
- When the people are selfish and narrow, when the hands of the tyrants are strong, You must sacrifice life for the public before they come down on a wrong.
Henry Lawson was an Australian writer and poet. A selection of his work is available in the Henry Lawson Treasury.