All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWe make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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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 Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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