“We had fed the heart on fantasies,The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmitiesThan in our love”

“We had fed the heart on fantasies. / The heart’s grown brutal from the fare.” From “Meditations in Time of Civil War,” 1923.W.B.Yeats”

“Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts.”

“Before we love with our heart, we already love with our imagination. ”

“We're no longer young men. We've lost any desire to conquer the world. We are refugees. We are fleeing from ourselves. From our lives. We were eighteen years old, and we had just begun to love the world and to love being in it; but we had to shoot at it. The first shell to land went straight for our hearts. We've been cut off from real action, from getting on, from progress. We don't believe in those things any more; we believe in the war.”

“We cannot achieve more in life than what we believe in our heart of hearts we deserve to have.”