Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLove is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSSometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSChoose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSA statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThink where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEvery 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 YEATSWine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOnly that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHappiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBut 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 YEATSIt is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS