Quotes from W. B. Yeats

I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.

And cried, 'Before I am old I shall have written him one Poem maybe as cold And passionate as the dawn.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.

His empty heart is full at length, But he has need of all that strength Because of the increasing Night That opens her mystery and fright.

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O Never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.

Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.