I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.
William Butler YeatsEverything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
William Butler YeatsConsume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.
William Butler YeatsIf there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf
William Butler Yeats