Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man craving for affection. - Letters to His Son, W. B. Yeats and Others.
All empty sould tend toward extreme opinions.
The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, W. B. Yeats and Others.
Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart.
I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.