Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!
I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
Be bullied, be outraged, be killed, but do not kill.
My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
All a poet can do today is warn.
After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to - it leaves nothing.
Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's.
Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.
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