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William Butler Yeats Quotes

«Even when the poet seems most himself . . . he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete.»
«The folly that man doesOr must suffer, if he woosA proud woman not kindred of his soul.»
«It is a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must always be having arguments.»
«I have no question:It is enough, I know what fixed the stationOf star and cloud.And knowing all, I cry. . . .»
«Hell is the place of those who have denied;They find there what they planted and what dug,A Lake of Spaces, and a Wood of Nothing,And wander there and drift, and never ceaseWailing for substance.»
«Though leaves are many, the root is one;Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth.»
«Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.»
«I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.»
«Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave»
«Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering»