All William Butler Yeats Quotes
- Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire. Filling
- Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead . . . That we descant and yet again descant Upon… All
- All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil. All
- And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind. Behind
- And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun. Apples
- Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday… Children
- If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree. Branches
- It is most important that we should keep in this country a certain leisured class. I am of the opinion of the ancient Jewish book… Ancient
- Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to… Bad
- The Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and… Angel
- Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams Anxiety
- No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love. Children
- When such as I cast out remorse; So great a sweetness flows into the breast; We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest… Awareness
- And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight. Flight
- Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds. Bade
- The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted… All
- Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline. All
- Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labor of its unfamiliar thought. Babe
- Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process. Book
- Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice… Animal