W. B. Yeats

Everything in nature is resurrection.

W. B. Yeats

Everything that man esteems endures a moment or a day. Love’s pleasure drives his love away, the painter’s brush consumes his dreams.

W. B. Yeats

Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.

W. B. Yeats

Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content.

W. B. Yeats

Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.

W. B. Yeats

God guard me from those thoughts men think in the mind alone.

W. B. Yeats

God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, and gives a little round of deeds and days.

W. B. Yeats

Hearts are not to be had as a gift, hearts are to be earned.

W. B. Yeats

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

W. B. Yeats

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

W. B. Yeats