Mystery Lies Over The Sea. Every Ship

Were I A Philosopher, I Should Write A Philosophy Of Toys, Showing That Nothing Else In Life Need To Be Taken Seriously, And That Christmas Day In The Company Of Children Is One Of The Few Occasions On Which Men Become Entirely Alive.

The Belief In The Possibility Of A Short Decisive War Appears To Be One Of The Most Ancient And Dangerous Of Human Illusions.

W. B. Yeats Has Created, If Not A New World, A New Star. He Is Not A Reporter Of Life As It Is, To The Extent That Shakespeare Or Browning Is. One Is Not Quite Certain That His Kingdom Is Of The Green Earth. He Is Like A Man Who Has Seen The Earth Not Directly But In A Crystal.

We Cannot Get Happiness By Striving After It, And Yet With An Effort We Can Impart It.

A Boy In Love Is Not Mainly A Calf But A Poet.