Maxioms by William Butler Yeats
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and read more
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; read more
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
