Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
William Butler YeatsPlayers and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
William Butler YeatsThe pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away
William Butler YeatsWhat man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
William Butler YeatsOnce out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
William Butler Yeats