The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
William Butler YeatsBut I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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 Yeats