“We picked each other from afar and knew
What hour of terror comes to test the soul,
And in that terrors name obeyed the call,
And understood, what none have understood,
Those images that waken in the blood.”
—William Butler Yeats (18651939)
“What images are these
That turn dull-eyed away,
Or shift Times filthy load,
Straighten aged knees,
Hesitate or stay?
What heads shake or nod?”
—William Butler Yeats (18651939)
“Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.”
—Gaston Bachelard (18841962)