Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBut I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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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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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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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 what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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