out of sight,out of mind
Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
I have always wanted to be a catalyst for bringing about positive change, inspiring others to choose goodness.
I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.
I never hated a man enough to give him diamonds back.
My mind is incapable of conceiving such a thing as a soul. I may be in error, and man may have a soul; but I simply do not believe it.