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William Butler Yeats Quotes
«I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. . . . The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.»
Author: William Butler Yeats
(Dramatist, Poet, Writer)
| About:
Journalism,
Life
| Keywords:
Dante, emptiness, jeer, jeered, jeering, jeers, Journalists, refusal, ridge, ridges, shallowest, tittering
«It is not permitted to a man who takes up pen or chisel, to seek originality, for passion is his only business, and he cannot but mould or sing after a new fashion because no disaster is like another.»
«Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.»
«I am content to live it all againAnd yet again, if it be life to pitchInto the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch,A blind man battering blind men.»
«Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say;Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day;The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.»
Author: William Butler Yeats
(Dramatist, Poet, Writer)
| Keywords:
Ancient of Days, Best A, draw away, Eye of, second best, turn away
«Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns,Amid the rustle of his planted hills,Life overflows without ambitious pains;And rains down life until the basin spills,And mounts more dizzy high the more it rainsAs though to choose whatever shape it wills. . . .»