Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
William Butler YeatsWhen such as I cast out remorse; So great a sweetness flows into the breast; We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blessed.
William Butler YeatsTrue love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
William Butler YeatsBid imagination run / Much on the Great Questioner; / What He can question, what if questioned I / Can with a fitting confidence reply.
William Butler Yeats