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

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.