1,059 Quotes by William Butler Yeats

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!

I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

Where got I that truth? Out of a medium's mouth, Out of nothing it came, Out of the forest loam, Out of dark night where lay The crowns of Nineveh

When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for it has been warmed on our hearths and in our souls, and is ready for the wild bees of truth to hive in it, and make their sweet honey.

It seems that I must bid the Muse to pack, / Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend / Until imagination, ear and eye, / Can be content with argument and deal / In abstract things; or be derided by / A sort of battered kettle at the heel.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead...