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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne 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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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