Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with the golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and ha… - William Butler Yeats

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is always better the simpler it is, and the rich, far-wandering, many-imaged life of the half-seen world beyond it

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.