Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

William Butler Yeats

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

What can be explained is not poetry.

What can be explained is not poetry.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

Myself I must remake.

Myself I must remake.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.