When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars. - William Butler Yeats

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

All hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

Come let us mock at the wise;
With all those calendars whereon
They fixed old aching eyes,
They never saw how seasons run,
And now but gape at the sun.