I am proud to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.
W.B.Yeats, A dialogue of Self and Soul, verses 65-72
[Επειδή πρέπει να προσπαθήσω να μην είμαι τόσο μελαγχολική.
Έτσι δεν μου 'πες;]