Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Myself I must remake.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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