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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.

William Butler Yeats

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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Appearance Bird Deep Wisdom
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Drink Man Sober Worst
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Best Logic Mindset People Philosophy Starve
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Myself Suffering Wisdom
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Company Friendship Rest Yourself
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Feeling Ourselves Reason Taste Truth
Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Difference Genius Talent Unity
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Change Face Love Man Soul Yourself
In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Beginning Dreams Responsibility
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry
Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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Book exchange Life Logic Process Writing
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Death Life Preparation Spiritual
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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Alone God Guard Mindset Myself Protection Thinking
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Action Advice Hard Work Patience Wait
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time

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