Quotes About W.B. Yeats

Alister McGrath has now written two books with my name in the title. The poet W. B. Yeats, when asked to say something about bad poets who made a living by parasitizing him, wrote the splendid line, 'was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

I have a bit of a love affair with fairy tales and some of the ideas of Irish mythology, like Oscar Wilde and W.B. Yeats, who captured a lot of that very beautifully.

To you, W. B. Yeats, good praiser, wholesome dispraiser, heavy-handed judge, open-handed helper of us all, I offer a play of my plays for every night of the week, because you like them, and because you have taught me my trade.

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evocation of energies and knowledge from beyond normal consciousness.

The whole mythological side of 'Twin Peaks' was really down to me, and I've always known about the Theosophical writers and that whole group around the Order of the Golden Dawn in the late nineteenth, early twentieth century - W. B. Yeats, Madame Blavatsky, and a woman called Alice Bailey, a very interesting writer.

Labour is blossoming or dancing whereThe body is not bruised to pleasure soul.

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

I had a thought for no one's but your ears; / That you were beautiful, and that I strove / To love you in the old high way of love;

I have just read a long novel by Henry James. Much of it made me think of the priest condemned for a long space to confess nuns.

Jonathan Swift made a soul for the gentlemen of this city by hating his neighbor as himself.

To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep.

Once he said to me in the height of his imperial propaganda, 'Tell those young men in Ireland that this great thing must go on. They say Ireland is not fit for self-government but that is nonsense. It is as fit as any other European country but we cannot grant it.

Times are too dangerous for me to encourage men to risks I am not prepared to share or approve.

Once he said to me in the height of his imperial propaganda, "Tell those young men in Ireland that this great thing must go on. They say Ireland is not fit for self-government, but that is nonsense. It is as fit as any other European country, but we cannot grant it.

asked him had he ever seen the faeries, and got the reply, "Am I not annoyed with them?" I asked too if he had ever seen the banshee. "I have seen it," he said, "down there by the water, batting the river with its hands.

such are the topsy-turvydoms of faery glamour—in a cockleshell.

Some mediæval straw-splitting about the nature of the Trinity, which is only useful to-day to show how many things are unimportant to us, which once shook the world