All things fall and are built again, William Butler Yeats More Quotes by William Butler Yeats More Quotes From William Butler Yeats In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness. William Butler Yeats self life art It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless. William Butler Yeats hinduism philosophy firsts Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity. William Butler Yeats sick heart animal His element is so fine William Butler Yeats drink elements wine Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought. William Butler Yeats philosopher fighting philosophy The friends that have it I do wrong William Butler Yeats issues song friendship Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline. William Butler Yeats tolerance discipline blood The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry. William Butler Yeats moon sky men A lonely impulse of delight William Butler Yeats delight contentment lonely We all to some extent meet again and again the same people and certainly in some cases form a kind of family of two or three or more persons who come together life after life until all passionate relations are exhausted, the child of one life the husband, wife, brother, sister of the next. Sometimes, however, a single relationship will repeat itself, turning its revolving wheel again and again. William Butler Yeats husband brother children Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. William Butler Yeats garden rivers hands But was there ever dog that praised his fleas? William Butler Yeats fleas dog I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self. William Butler Yeats energy self thinking My wretched dragon is perplexed. William Butler Yeats dragons inspirational life An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress. William Butler Yeats elderly men hands The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. William Butler Yeats inspirational life art Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn? William Butler Yeats simple fire men The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me. William Butler Yeats confused men memories I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams. William Butler Yeats dream book hands Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. William Butler Yeats dark dream night
