The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.
William Butler YeatsOne should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.
William Butler YeatsSo long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.
William Butler YeatsA man in his own secret meditation / Is lost amid the labyrinth that he has made / In art or politics.
William Butler Yeats