I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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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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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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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