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

No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

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

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.

All a poet can do today is warn.

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

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.