The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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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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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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