You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.
William Butler YeatsI pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
William Butler YeatsPlayers and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
William Butler YeatsOdor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.
William Butler Yeats