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

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.

Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.

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

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

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