Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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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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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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