Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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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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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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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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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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