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

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

Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.

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

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.