I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.

The majority of mankind is lazyminded, incurious, absorbed in vanities, and tepid in emotion, and is therefore incapable of either much doubt or much faith.

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.

When comparing works of art, it is important that the art itself, and not the artists, be considered.

Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.