We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEcstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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