How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
William Butler YeatsPeople who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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 YeatsHope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.
William Butler Yeats