One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThings fall apart; the center cannot hold.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIf what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLiterature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSFrom our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that true love is a discipline.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEducation is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWords are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWe make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIn dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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 YEATSonly an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS