Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
William Butler YeatsChoose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
William Butler YeatsI balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
William Butler Yeats