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Quotations by William Butler Yeats

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

Accursed who brings to light of day The writings I have cast away.

After Stéphane Mallarmé, after Paul Verlaine, after Gustave Moreau, after Puvis de Chavannes, after our own verse, after all our subtle colour and nervous rhythm, after the faint mixed tints of Conder, what more is possible? After us the Savage God.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

And say my glory was I had such friends.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.