The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.

If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.