Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away

I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.

Man has created death.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.

I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.

Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.