The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

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

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.

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.

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.