Quotes from Yeats, William Butler

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity

Where by books go by W.B. Yeats All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken'd or starry bright.

Seven paters seven times, Send Mary by her Son, Send Bridget by her mantle, Send God by His strength, Between us and the faery host, Between us and the demons of the air.

Echo. Into the night. Man. O rocky voice Shall we in that great night rejoice? What do we know but that we face One another in this place? But hush, for I have lost the theme Its joy or night seem but a dream; Up there some hawk or owl has struck Dropping out of sky or rock, A stricken rabbit is crying out And its cry distracts my thought. [...]and set my boyish lips to say, 'Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun

The best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity.

Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For, wander and wail as he would, The pure cold light in the sky Troubled his animal blood.