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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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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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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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