We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWe make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere is another world, but it is in this one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBy logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWe are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSYet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAn intellectual hate is the worst.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEducation is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLiterature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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