Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.
William Butler YeatsThe true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.
William Butler YeatsThe only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
William Butler Yeats