What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.
William Butler YeatsYou that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
William Butler YeatsLife moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.
William Butler Yeats