My Subject Is War, And The Pity

I, Too, Saw God Through Mud

These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You Are Not Worth Their Merriment.

Children Are Not Meant To Be Studied, But Enjoyed. Only By Studying To Be Pleased Do We Understand Them.

All The Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why True Poets Must Be Truthful.

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.