My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.
William Butler YeatsLove is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
William Butler YeatsHearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.
William Butler YeatsThe fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.
William Butler Yeats