Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Myself I must remake.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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 heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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