Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the de… - William Butler Yeats

Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom,
Time an endless song.
I kiss you and the world begins to fade.

One day when I was twenty-three or twenty-four this sentence seemed to form in my head, without my willing it, much as sentences form when we are half-asleep: "Hammer your thoughts into unity." For days I could think of nothing else, and for years I tested all I did by that sentence.

I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot! When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.