Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
William Butler YeatsOnly that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
William Butler YeatsEcstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
William Butler Yeats