Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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.
If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.