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...
“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
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is” William Butler Yeats
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is”
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. William Butler Yeats
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.” William Butler Yeats
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.”
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.”
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. William Butler Yeats
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet. William Butler Yeats
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.” William Butler Yeats
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.”
There is another world, but it is in this one.” William Butler Yeats
There is another world, but it is in this one.”
An intellectual hatred is the worst. William Butler Yeats
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people. William Butler Yeats
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing. William Butler Yeats
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.
