Men Quotes by William Butler Yeats

Man has created death.

— William Butler Yeats

How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

— William Butler Yeats

Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.

— William Butler Yeats

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

— William Butler Yeats

Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.

— William Butler Yeats

A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk.

— William Butler Yeats

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

— William Butler Yeats

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

— William Butler Yeats

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

— William Butler Yeats

O heart, we are old; The living beauty is for younger men: We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears.

— William Butler Yeats

We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk…

— William Butler Yeats

That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain.

— William Butler Yeats

I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self disowns, For a man's attention Brings such satisfaction…

— William Butler Yeats

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a…

— William Butler Yeats

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of…

— William Butler Yeats

No man, even though he be Shakespeare, can write perfectly when his web is woven of threads that have been spun in…

— William Butler Yeats

I have often had the fancy that there is some one Myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would…

— William Butler Yeats

Man's life is thought, And he, despite his terror, cannot cease Ravening through century after century, Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he…

— William Butler Yeats

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff…

— William Butler Yeats

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their…

— William Butler Yeats

I--though heart might find relief Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief What seems most welcome in the…

— William Butler Yeats

Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of…

— William Butler Yeats

It is not permitted to a man, who takes up pen or chisel, to seek originality, for passion is his only business,…

— William Butler Yeats

Even the wisest man grows tense With some sort of violence Before he can accomplish fate, Know his work or choose his…

— William Butler Yeats

As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead begets Godhead, For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine Tablet said.…

— William Butler Yeats

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the…

— William Butler Yeats

Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant…

— William Butler Yeats

Had there been no Renaissance and no Italian influence to bring in the stories of other lands English history would, it may…

— William Butler Yeats

I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I…

— William Butler Yeats

An Irish Airman foresees his Death I Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I…

— William Butler Yeats

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

— William Butler Yeats

A passion-driven exultant man sings out Sentences that he has never thought.

— William Butler Yeats

Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

— William Butler Yeats

No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.

— William Butler Yeats

Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day.

— William Butler Yeats

Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.

— William Butler Yeats

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

— William Butler Yeats

The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne.

— William Butler Yeats

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.

— William Butler Yeats

All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body.

— William Butler Yeats