A man in his own secret meditation / Is lost amid the labyrinth that he has made / In art or politics.
William Butler YeatsPlayers and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
William Butler YeatsCuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.
William Butler Yeats