William Butler Yeats Quotes

William Butler Yeats QuotesAn intellectual hatred is the worst.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.

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.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

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.

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

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.

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.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

In dreams begins responsibility.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

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

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

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

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

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 Poem
The Wonder of Poetry
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