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.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

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

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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.

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