Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
William Butler YeatsWhat is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?
William Butler YeatsDesigns in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.
William Butler YeatsThough I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
William Butler Yeats