William Butler Yeats Man Quotations

May God be praised for womanThat gives up all her mind,A man may find in no mana friendship of her kind.

No expectation fails there,No pleasing habit ends,No man grows old, no girl grows cold,But friends walk by friends.

No expectation fails there, No pleasing habit ends, No man grows old, no girl grows cold, But friends walk by friends.

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe it is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swing his lantern higher.

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.

I think it better that at times like theseWe poets keep our mouths shut, for in truthWe have no gift to set a statesman right;He's had enough of meddling who can pleaseA young girl in the indolence of her youthOr an old man upon a winter's night.

It is a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must always be having arguments.

I think a man and a woman should choose each other for life, for the simple reason that a long life with all its accidents is barely enough for a man and a woman to understand each other; and in this case to understand is to love.

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.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it. The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

Man can embody truth bet he cannot know it.

A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is;All mere complexities,The fury and the mire of human veins.

Nor dread nor hope attendA dying animal;A man awaits his endDreading and hoping all.

Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people.

A man who does not exist,A man who is but a dream.

The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

The folly that man doesOr must suffer, if he woosA proud woman not kindred of his soul.

All shuffle there; all cough in ink;All wear the carpet with their shoes;All think what other people think;All know the man their neighbour knows,Lord, what would they sayDid their Catullus walk that way?