The land of faery,
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age bring the red flare again.
I would mould a world of fire and dew
With no one bitter, grave, or over wise,
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.
Land of Heart's Desire,
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
Poetry is made out of our quarrel with ourselves.
Education is not filling a bucket but lighting a fire.
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
A DEEP-SWORN VOW Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face.
Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man craving for affection.
One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.
Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
In dreams begins responsibility.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. -W. B. Yeats.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
Too long a sacrifice/ Can make a stone of the heart. -William Butler Yeats.
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
We . . . are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
A DEEP-SWORN VOW Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine. Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face.
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.