I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Because this age and the next age Engender in the ditch, No man can know a happy man From any passing wretch,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Happiness is neither virtue or pleasure nor this thing or that, but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.” — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
My soul had found All happiness in its own cause or ground. Godhead on Godhead in sexual spasm begot Godhead. Some shadow… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“TO SOME I HAVE TALKED WITH BY THE FIRE WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, My heart would brim with… — 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
