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 winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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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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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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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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