Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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Myself I must remake.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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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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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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