If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf
William Butler YeatsWhere the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .
William Butler YeatsPeople who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
William Butler Yeats