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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSPeople who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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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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