What did William Butler Yeats mean by: Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland Copy
+ Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue’s a stone. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Death, Forgiveness, Silence, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ For what but eye and ear silence the mind With the minute particulars of mankind? Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Humanity, Observation, Perception, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ What can be shown? What true love be? All could be known or shown If Time were but gone. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Knowledge, Love, Time, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Though leaves are many, the root is one. Author, October 18, 2023January 2, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Connection, Diversity, Unity, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ The living can assist the imagination of the dead. Author, October 24, 2023January 2, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Connection, Legacy, Memory, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Deception, Imagination, Virtue, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ There’s keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Delight, Nature, Transience, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Butler Yeats, Judgment, Morality, Subjectivity, 0 William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If a handsome woman allows that another woman is beautiful, we may safely conclude she excels her. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The pleasure we feel in criticizing robs us from being moved by very beautiful things. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
