The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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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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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 Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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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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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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