The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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Any 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.
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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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