It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is
William Butler YeatsEcstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
William Butler YeatsThings thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, And ancient lineaments are blotted out.
William Butler YeatsNothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.
William Butler Yeats