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I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

William Butler Yeats
Hate, People, Earth
William Butler Yeats (1954). “The Letters of W.B. Yeats”

to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief.

William Butler Yeats
Hate, Evil, May
William Butler Yeats (1931). “Later Poems”, p.140, Library of Alexandria

An intellectual hate is the worst.

William Butler Yeats
Hate, Intellectual, Worst

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

William Butler Yeats
Hate, Fighting, Fate
"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" l. 1 (1919)

Why should I seek for love or study it? It is of God and passes human wit; I study hatred with great diligence, For that's a passion in my own control, A sort of besom that can clear the soul Of everything that is not mind or sense.

William Butler Yeats
Hate, Passion, Hatred
William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.245, Wordsworth Editions

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

William Butler Yeats
Hate, Fate, Men
William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.115, Penguin

I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

William Butler Yeats
Stars, Hate, Wind
William Butler Yeats (2013). “Early Poems”, p.54, Courier Corporation

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