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

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

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.

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

A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.