Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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