It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTeaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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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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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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