The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.

All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.

The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended up in hospital. We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death.

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable

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

My subject is war, and the pity of war.