Zitat des Tages von Wilfred Owen:
I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
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!
Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.
She is elegant rather than belle.
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.
I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's.
When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to - it leaves nothing.
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law.
My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
Be bullied, be outraged, be killed, but do not kill.
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death... The marvel is we did not all die of cold.
After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.