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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIn dreams begin responsibilitiy.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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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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