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 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 YEATSEverything in nature is resurrection.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSMan is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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 YEATSThe best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSDo not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEcstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhen two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSonly an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSChoose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSNeither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThink where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSFrom our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS