Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.