I Am Only Conscious Of

And By His Smile, I Knew That Sullen Hall, By His Dead Smile I Knew We Stood In Hell.

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

Courage Was Mine, And I Had Mystery, Wisdom Was Mine, And I Had Mastery: To Miss The March Of This Retreating World Into Vain Citadels That Are Not Walled.

All Theological Lore Is Becoming Distasteful To Me.

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!