What Passing-bells For These Who Die As

I Find Purer Philosophy In A Poem Than In A Conclusion Of Geometry, A Chemical Analysis, Or A Physical Law

Heart, You Were Never Hot Nor Large, Nor Full Like Hearts Made Great With Shot

All I Ask Is To Be Held Above The Barren Wastes Of Want.

Flying Is The Only Active Profession I Could Ever Continue With Enthusiasm After The War.

Ambition May Be Defined As The Willingness To Receive Any Number Of Hits On The Nose.