When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.

I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.

Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.

I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there.

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.