W. B. Yeats

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

W. B. Yeats

How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face.

W. B. Yeats

Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again! The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on.

W. B. Yeats

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

W. B. Yeats

I am persuaded that our intellects at twenty contain all the truths we shall ever find.

W. B. Yeats

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood – sex and the dead.

W. B. Yeats

I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.

W. B. Yeats

I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’

W. B. Yeats

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.

W. B. Yeats

I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me.

W. B. Yeats