W. B. Yeats

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

We are, I think, the last of the romantics.

Poetry is a kind of speech for the soul.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

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

There is no country in the world where the people are so ready to give up their own opinions and take on those of others as in Ireland.

All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

The arts are not a method of government. They are a method of discovery.

I have been in the midst of it, and I have seen it all, and I have come out of it with a great deal of knowledge.

The more we are in the world, the more we are out of it.

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.