We are fastened to a dying animal.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.

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.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

All art is in the last analysis an endeavor to condense as out of the flying vapor of the world an image of human perfection, and for its own and not for the art's sake.