Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph. — William Butler Yeats
Acquaintance; companion; One dear brilliant woman; The best-endowed, the elect, All by — William Butler Yeats
I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again… — William Butler Yeats
For never yet Has lover lived, but longed to wive Like them that are no more alive. — William Butler Yeats
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room. — William Butler Yeats