William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his lat...
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire William Butler Yeats
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” William Butler Yeats
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.” William Butler Yeats
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.”
I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” William Butler Yeats
I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made. William Butler Yeats
I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those who are not entirely beautiful.” William Butler Yeats
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those who are not entirely beautiful.”
In dreams begin responsibilities. William Butler Yeats
In dreams begin responsibilities.
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart. William Butler Yeats
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
“There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet William Butler Yeats
“There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind. William Butler Yeats
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.
For he would be thinking of love till the stars had run away and the shadows eaten the moon.” William Butler Yeats
For he would be thinking of love till the stars had run away and the shadows eaten the moon.”
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.” William Butler Yeats
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.”
