Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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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 that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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