I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .
William Butler YeatsThe things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.
William Butler Yeats