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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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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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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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