This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

Quote by William Butler Yeats

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The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of...

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of...

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all...

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all...

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough...

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough...

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

Think where mans glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had...

Think where mans glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had...

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not...

Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not...

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more...

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more...

I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and...

I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and...

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered...

Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered...

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other...

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other...

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are...

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are...

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand...

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand...

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods...

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods...

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best...

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best...

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the...

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the...