Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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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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