For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

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.

Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.