How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?
William Butler YeatsOne should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.
William Butler YeatsAlthough our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
William Butler Yeats