Poet · Irish · 1865 – 1939 · 67 quotes
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
William Butler Yeats
Poet · Irish · 1865 – 1939
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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.
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
In dreams begins responsibility.
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
