Where there is nothing, there is God.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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