Yeats Quotes

"A king is but a foolish labourer who wastes his blood to be another's dream." Wm. B. Yeats, 1892, Fergus and the Druid

"Learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours." Wm. B. Yeats, 1892, Fergus and the Druid

"Gaze no more in the bitter glass." Wm. B. Yeats, 1892, The Two Trees

"From our birthday, until we die, is but the winking of an eye." Wm. B. Yeats, 1892, To Ireland in the Coming Times

"Empty your heart of its mortal dream, the winds awaken!" Wm. B. Yeats, 1893, The Hosting of the Sidhe

"Time and the world are ever in flight." Wm. B. Yeats, 1893, Into the Twilight

"Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." Wm. B. Yeats, 1899, He Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven

"Life and letters seem but an heroic dream." Wm. B. Yeats, 1910, A Woman Homer Sang

"I have come into my strength and my words obey my call." Wm. B. Yeats, 1910, Words

"What matter, so there is but fire in you, in me?" Wm. B. Yeats, 1910, The Mask

"We're but given what we have earned when all thoughts and deeds are reckoned." Wm. B. Yeats, 1913, The Three Hermits

"There's not a thing but love can make the world a narrow pound." Wm. B. Yeats, 1918, Solomon to Sheba

"What's dying, but a second wind?" Wm. B. Yeats, 1918, Tom O'Roughley

"Wisdom is a butterfly and not a gloomy bird of prey." Wm. B. Yeats, 1918, Tom O'Roughley

"A style is found by sedentary toil and by the limitation of great masters." Wm. B. Yeats, 1917, Ego Dominus

"Art is but a vision of reality." Wm. B. Yeats, 1917, Ego Dominus

"Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, we are but critics, or but half create." Wm. B. Yeats, 1917, Ego Dominus

"To be choked with hate may well be, of all evil chances, chief." Wm. B. Yeats, 1919, A Prayer for My Daughter

"Hearts are not had as gifts but hearts are earned..." Wm. B. Yeats, 1919, A Prayer for My Daughter

"Nothing that we love over-much is ponderable to our touch." Wm. B. Yeats, 1920, Towards Break of Day

"How can we know the dancer from the dance?" Wm. B. Yeats, 1927, Among School Children VIII

"Whatever flames upon the night, man's own resinous heart, has fed." Wm. B. Yeats, 1927, Two Songs from a Play II

"Everything that man esteems endures a moment or a day." Wm. B. Yeats, 1927, Two Songs from a Play II

"Man is in love and loves what vanishes, what more is there to say?" Wm. B. Yeats, 1927, Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen I

"That, being dead, we rise, dream and so create Translunar Paradise." Wm. B. Yeats, 1927, The Tower III