All The Poet Can Do

My Subject Is War, And The Pity Of War.

I Find Purer Philosophy In A Poem Than In A Conclusion Of Geometry, A Chemical Analysis, Or A Physical Law

Ambition May Be Defined As The Willingness To Receive Any Number Of Hits On The Nose.

And By His Smile, I Knew That Sullen Hall, By His Dead Smile I Knew We Stood In Hell.

The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.