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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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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.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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