My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.

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.

It takes courage to stand up for yourself. I stand in honor, and no longer in fear of speaking out.

When we stop fearing failure, we start being artists.

Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

Even though New York may be a more inspiring city, I get more inspired thinking of L.A., in a way. My life there was so much more simple in mind, and quiet.

Owning a newspaper does not confer immunity.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.

Be not held back by fear's insane insistence that sureness lies in doubt. I am not doubtful, but certain. The miracle is always there. I will see them in the light.

Experience is a school where a man learns what a big fool he has been.