It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSNeither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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