A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
Youth is stranger than fiction.
Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.
Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.