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
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'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.
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.”
In dreams begin responsibilities. William Butler Yeats
In dreams begin responsibilities.
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.”
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.
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 worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.” William Butler Yeats
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.”
Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.” William Butler Yeats
Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.”
An intellectual hatred is the worst. William Butler Yeats
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
“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
