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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.

William Butler Yeats

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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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Business Head Heart World
Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Fire Light Teaching
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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Cry Explanation Teaching
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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Break Course Hard Heart Love
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Brief Joy Knowledge Time Tragedy
Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Disappear Love Man
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Sex Soul Tragedy Virgin
I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Face Myself Search World
What can be explained is not poetry.
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Explanation One Liner Poetry
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Earth Existence Feet Ourselves True
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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Dreams Reality Visible World
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry
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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Live Low Man Satisfaction Stay Suffering
And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Appearance Bird Deep Wisdom
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Death Life Preparation Spiritual
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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Growth Happiness Philosophy Simplicity Spiritual Virtue
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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Easy Home Invention Journalist Lying Man Stay Vote
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Myself Suffering Wisdom
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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Heart Rose Time
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
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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Battle Courage Darkness Fight Society Soldier Soul
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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Eyes Love Myself Romance See Wine Yourself
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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Emotion Enemy Greatness Ourselves Trouble
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Feeling Ourselves Reason Taste Truth
Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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Book exchange Life Logic Process Writing
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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Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow

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