We all to some extent meet again and again the same people and certainly in some cases form a kind of family of two or three or more persons who come together life after life until all passionate relations are exhausted, the child of one life the husband, wife, brother, sister of the next. Sometimes, however, a single relationship will repeat itself, turning its revolving wheel again and again.
William Butler YeatsHow can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?
William Butler YeatsAll hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will
William Butler YeatsTime can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.
William Butler Yeats