And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

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

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.