Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
William Butler YeatsMany ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude.
William Butler YeatsI believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
William Butler YeatsThe labor of the alchemists, who were called artist in their day, is a befitting comparison for a deliberate change of style.
William Butler Yeats