Quotes by Wilfred Owen
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If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
Be bullied, be outraged, be killed, but do not kill.
All a poet can do today is warn.
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 theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
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.
All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's.
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law.
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.
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.
She is elegant rather than belle.
I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
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.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
The pallor of girl's brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,...
Without consistency there is no moral strength.
'I shall be one with nature, herb, and stone', Shelley would tell me. Shelley wound be stunned:...
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