The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Lionel Johnson comes the first to mind, That loved his learning better than mankind, Though courteous to the worst; much falling he… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy… — 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
