My subject is war, and the pity of war.

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?

Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled.

All a poet can do today is warn.

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.