Life is a journey up a spiral staircase; as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only higher up; as we look down the winding stair below us we measure our progress by the number of places where we were but no longer are. The journey is both repetitious and progressive; we go both round and upward.
William Butler YeatsCast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
William Butler YeatsJoy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
William Butler YeatsNothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.
William Butler YeatsEverything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.
William Butler Yeats