Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.

Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.

Teach us to care and not to care

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open