William Butler Yeats
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.