Youth is stranger than fiction.
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
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.
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.