I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A line will take us hours maybe; / Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, / Our stitching and unstitching… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
