Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.
William Butler YeatsThe Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
William Butler YeatsI will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.
William Butler YeatsThe Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
William Butler Yeats