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William Butler Yeats
Irish
Poet
About the author
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Conviction
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Will
#Dreams
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#People
#End
#Logic
#Mind
#Philosophy
Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Heart
#Mother
#Ireland
#Hatred
One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#End
#Temper
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Motive
#Light
#Shadow
#Shadows
#Deed
Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Hope
#End
#Man
#Dying
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Man
#Friends
#History
#Ireland
#Glory
#Portraits
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Life
#Preparation
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Will
#Obstacles
#Joy
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Now
#Trade
#Poets
#Irish
#Growing up
In dreams begins responsibility.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Responsibility
#Dreams
Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Open
#Religious
#Persecution
#Legislation
#Intolerance
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Sacrifice
#Heart
#May
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Wisdom
#Suffering
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#God
#People
#Idea
#Truth
#Lies
#Compromise
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Love
#Eye
#Old
#Truth
#Wine
Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#May
#Man
#Battle
#Courage
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Old
#Eyes
#Deep
#Dream
#Fire
#Sleep
#Shadows
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Poetry
#Rhetoric
#Quarrel
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#God
#Years
#World
#Feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Dreams
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Heart
#World
#Business
To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Woman
#School
#Labor
#Women
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Love
#Fight
#Hate
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#People
#Man
#Language
Think where mans glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Friends
#Glory
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Friends
#Strangers
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Men
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Hatred
Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#World
#Weeping
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#London
#Melancholy
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#May
#Mind
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Being
#Dreams
#Poor
#Feet
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 dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Action
#Nothing
#Thought
#May
#Books
#Living
#Wisdom
#Conversation
#Pride
#Design
#Waste
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Being
#Tragedy
#Sense
#Irish
#Joy
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Dance
#World
#Mountains
#Wind
#Fairies
And say my glory was I had such friends.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Friends
#Glory
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Rest
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Man
#Soul
#Dress
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Opinions
#Extreme
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Day
#Light
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Love
#Heart
#Pity
A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstinting has been naught.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Will
#Thought
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#People
#Wonder
#Dream
#Opera
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Life
#Death
#Years
#Balance
#Mind
#Waste
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Conscience
#Mankind
I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Right
#Truth
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Love
#Clouds
#Fight
#Hate
#Fate
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Old
#Men
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Fleas
Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Man
#Truth
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Time
#Enemy
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Heart
#Earth
#Moods
#Writer
#Christian
#Names
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Man
Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#May
#Taste
#Connection
I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Interest
#Opinion
#Sex
I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Age
#Race
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Heart
#Old
#First
#Stars
#Kiss
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Dance
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Growth
#Virtue
#Pleasure
#Happiness
Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Right
#Spirit
#Temptation
#Soul
#Energy
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Education
#Fire
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
William Butler Yeats,
Irish
Poet
#Wife
#Comfort
#Men
#Desire