For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.