One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

A lonely impulse of delight

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.

The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.