William Butler Yeats, a poet (1865 - 1939), is quoted 594 times on QuoteForever. The subjects that come up most often are Life, Inspirational, Dream and Death.

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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned. - William Butler Yeats

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by ... - William Butler Yeats

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but ... - William Butler Yeats

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under ... - William Butler Yeats

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

Myself I must remake.

Man has created death.

Education is not filling

Love comes in at the eye.

A lonely impulse of delight

Words alone are certain good.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.

In dreams begins responsibility.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

Who mocks at music mocks at love.

Everything we look upon is blest.

An intellectual hate is the worst.

We are fastened to a dying animal.

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

What can I but enumerate old themes?

What can be explained is not poetry.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

There is only one romance the Soul's.

Our words must seem to be inevitable.

Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun.

And say my glory was I had such friends.

Though leaves are many, the root is one.

Time can but make her beauty over again.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.

When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.

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