What did William Butler Yeats mean by: One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland Copy
+ The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. Author, July 22, 2023January 2, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Beauty, Innocence, Time, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Beauty, Emotion, Nature, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Longevity, Race, Wisdom, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Aging, Insignificance, Reflection, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men’s hearts that we call progress ? Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Creativity, Nostalgia, Resistance, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ A passion-driven exultant man sings out Sentences that he has never thought. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Creativity, Expression, Passion, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Companionship, Consequences, Excellence, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Author, August 25, 2023January 2, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Impermanence, Time, Value, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
The real function of art is to change mental patterns … making new thought possible. Jean Dubuffet Artist · France
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
