There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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 only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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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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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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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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