Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAny fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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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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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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