Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt 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 innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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