Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.
William Butler YeatsWe had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love
William Butler YeatsMock mockers after that That would not lift a hand maybe To help good, wise or great To bar that foul storm out, for we Traffic in mockery.
William Butler YeatsPeople who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
William Butler Yeats