This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's

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

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

Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.