Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

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.

How many 'coming men' has one known? Where on earth do they all go to?

Clearly no one knows what leadership has gone undiscovered in women of all races, and in black and other minority men.

Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.

To solve a problem, you have to be able to state what the problem is or at least say the name.

That's how it will be, except that in reality, both today and later, one will stand there with a palpable body and a real head, a real forehead, that is, for smiting on with one's hand.

I know few significant questions of public policy which can safely be confided to computers. In the end, the hard decisions inescapably involve imponderables of intuition, prudence, and judgment.

I've done all the dumping, which is not a good thing. It's funny, because I married someone who has always done it as well. I believe I met my match.

I'm ready to fight, I've been looking for my baby all night. If I get her in my sight, boom, boom, out go the lights.

Against nature and within nature there is no freedom.

I wasn't a very good illustrator so I became a designer.