By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSJoy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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.
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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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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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