Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.