Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Quote by William Butler Yeats

Topics: Glory Quotes

And say my glory was I had such friends.

And say my glory was I had such friends.

The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.

The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there...

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there...

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...

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it...

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it...

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

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

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may...

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may...

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to...

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to...

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to...

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to...

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may...

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may...

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest...

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest...

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so...

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so...

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...

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...

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled...

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled...

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will...

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will...

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah,...

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah,...