If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

Time can but make her beauty over again.