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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I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that...

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall...

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them...

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them...

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing...

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing...

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attendance upon my old age;...

You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attendance upon my old age;...

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all...

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all...

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...

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the...

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the...

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath,...

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath,...

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's...

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's...

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

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

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...

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from...

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from...

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of...

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of...

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We...

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We...

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on...

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on...

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse.