I, too, saw God through mud

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.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

Language is power... Language can be used as a means of changing reality.

The easiest thing to do in the world is pull the covers up over your head and go back to sleep.

In 1958, I was a delegate to the Atoms for Peace conference in Geneva.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

It's not so simple to just stay in the moment and trust your game and your strength that you can turn it around.

It is once again the vexing problem of identity within variety; without a solution to this disturbing problem there can be no system, no classification.

Master your strengths. Outsource your weaknesses.

The mind of man is this world's true dimension; and knowledge is the measure of the mind.

If you want the truth rather than merely something to say, you will have a good deal less to say.