Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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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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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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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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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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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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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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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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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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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