But one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.


The Collected Works of William Butler Yeats (ed. 1908)


But one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the...

But one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the...

But one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the...

But one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the...