Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

Is it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate spiral of a shell? -Yeats, The Trembling of the Veil

Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams

In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.