William Butler Yeats quotes
A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstinting has been naught.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
A shudder in the loins engenders there the broken wall, the burning roof and tower and Agamemnon dead.
A woman can be proud and stiff when on love intent; but love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement; for nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
And say my glory was I had such friends.
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.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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