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

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.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

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.

Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.

All the little emptiness of love!