Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves […]
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters. […]
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens. W. B. Yeats
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met. W. B. Yeats
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had […]
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the […]
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your […]
I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. W. […]
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by […]
One should not lose one’s temper unless one is certain of getting more and more […]
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all […]
I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my […]
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. […]