Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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