The more you let yourself go, the less others let you go
Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

Last Poems,1936-1939, The Circus Animal's Desertion
The friends that have it I do wrong
When ever I remake a song
Should know what issue is at stake,
It is myself that I remake.

The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, 1908
Things said or done long years ago
Or things I did not do or say
But thought that I might say or do,
Weigh me down, and not a day
But something is recalled,
My conscience or my vanity appalled.

The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933, Vacillation


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."