Quotes By William Butler Yeats

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.