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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

William Butler Yeats

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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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 only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Believe Memories Myself Nature
When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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