Quotes By William Butler Yeats

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.

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

And say my glory was I had such friends.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'