Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.

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

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

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

Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!