Maxioms by William Butler Yeats
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.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you read more
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
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
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
