The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I always think a great speaker convinces us not by force of reasoning, but because he is visibly enjoying the beliefs he… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary, Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeler. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I bear a burden that might well try Men that do all by rule, And what can I That am a wandering-witted… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
We must not make a false faith by hiding from our thoughts the causes of doubt, for faith is the highest achievement… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Test every work of intellect or faith, And everything that your own hands have wrought And call those works extravagance of breath… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
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 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
