While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“He neither acquits nor condemns, but merely relates, and, just as a dream is more often painful than happy, so a tone of melancholy and pity for all mortal beings runs through this uncertain tale.” — August Strindberg Copy Share Image
