When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing
I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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.