It's all a terrible tragedy. And yet, in it's details, it's great fun. And - apart from the tragedy - I've never felt happier or better in my life than in those days in Belgium.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.