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

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

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

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.

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

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.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.