... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.

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.

That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain.

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.

Is it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate spiral of a shell? -Yeats, The Trembling of the Veil

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember