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William Butler Yeats

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About William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet, dramatist, writer and literary critic who was one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. He was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and, along with John Millington Synge and Lady Gregory, founded the Abbey Theatre, serving as its chief during its early years. He was awarded the 1923 Nobel Prize in Literature and later served two terms as a Senator of the Irish Free State.

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Topics: Dreams Best Truth Great Men Wisdom
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or des…
I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.
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.

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I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon Ireland's history in their lineaments trace think where ma…
Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.