And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLiterature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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