Quotes by : Wilfred Owen

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural,....

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.No soldier's paid....

All a poet can do today is warn.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds,....

Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.

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

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade....

Some say God caught them even before they fell.