Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

All a poet can do today is warn.

Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.

All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

I kiss your heart because those before me have scarred it.

We need to learn to protect our time.

I've realized that I love all forms of music and get excited when any artist goes crazy and creates something that is an experience.

When I design a building, I'm making sure you and I can get to the front door, there's enough of a threshold for entry, and that the rooms are in a logical sequence.

there is a relationship between the mind and the body that can both create a physical condition and enable us to recover from it

He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.

I was definitely the oddball freak show in school.

Error tills its own barren soil and buries itself in the ground, since ground and dust stand for nothingness.

There is simply no way to sustain an economy based on consumer credit.

My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts.