Andrew Lo Quotes

Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

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.

Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

The isolation from any whose interests are the same as mine, the constant, inevitable mixing with persons whose influence will tend in the opposite direction-this is a serious drawback.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet`s.

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.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

I don`t ask myself, Is the life congenial to me? but, Am I fitted for,am I called to, the Ministry?

All a poet can do today is warn.

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law.

I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.

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 a poet can do today is warn. That is why the truest poets must be truthful.

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 I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.

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.

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

She is elegant rather than belle.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.