Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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Myself I must remake.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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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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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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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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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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