#ay

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#begins #book #come #do not judge #ends

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#every #grounds #intolerance #kind #legislation

St Paul, in his second letter to Corinth, spells this out further in the important eighth and ninth chapters, where he urges some of the Christian communities to be generous to others so that they may also have the chance to be generous in return. ↗

— Rowan D. Williams

#chance #chapters #christian #communities #eighth

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#deep #down #dream #eyes #fire

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#child #come #fairy #full #hand

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#long #make #may #sacrifice #stone

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

— William Butler Yeats

#beautiful #drifts #heard #i #like

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#away #far #far away #first #first kiss

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#asleep #books #conversation #dead #design

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#does #hours #line #maybe #moment