I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThough leaves are many, the root is one.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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