Though leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll 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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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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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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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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.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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