W. B. Yeats on change

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

Change is inevitable. Change is constant.

Benjamin Disraeli1804–1881

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you’ll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.

When you’re through changing, you’re through.

Bruce Fairchild Barton1886–1967