W. B. Yeats

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

W. B. Yeats

Where there is nothing, there is God.

W. B. Yeats

Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted, their heads being turned with praise and flattery; And that is why their lovers are afraid to tell them a plain story.

W. B. Yeats

Words alone are certain good.

W. B. Yeats

Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.

W. B. Yeats

Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, even where horrible green parrots call and swing. My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.

W. B. Yeats