Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!
All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.
The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law.