“Wine enters through the mouth,Love, the eyes.I raise the glass to my mouth,I look at you,I sigh.”
— William Butler Yeats“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.”
— William Butler YeatsDo not wait to strike till the iron is hot, but make it hot by striking.
— William Butler YeatsDo not wait to strike till the iron is hot, but make it hot by striking.
— William Butler YeatsEducation is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
— William Butler YeatsDo not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
— William Butler YeatsThere are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
— William Butler Yeats