More quotes by W.B. Yeats

"What can be explained is not poetry."
"I have spread my dreams under your feet.Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
"Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while."
"Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry."
"To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart"