My Subject Is War, And The Pity

Then, When Much Blood Had Clogged Their Chariot-wheels I Would Go Up And Wash Them From Sweet Wells, Even With Truths That Lie Too Deep For Taint. I Would Have Poured My Spirit Without Stint But Not Through Wounds; Not On The Cess Of War.

If I Have To Be A Soldier I Must Be A Good One, Anything Else Is Unthinkable

I Find Purer Philosophy In A Poem Than In A Conclusion Of Geometry, A Chemical Analysis, Or A Physical Law

Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And The Force Behind Both.

The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.