When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt 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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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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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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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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