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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.

William Butler Yeats

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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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Beautiful Kind Love Myself Seek World
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Emotion Enemy Greatness Ourselves Trouble
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Earth Existence Feet Ourselves True
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Drink Man Sober Worst
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Bone Myself Nature Soft Space Stars
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Feeling Ourselves Reason Taste Truth
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Business Head Heart World
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Discipline Love Myself One Liner True
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Dreams Feet Myself Poor
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Heart Rose Time
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Day Leaves Lying Myself Root Truth Youth
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Death Life Preparation Spiritual
There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Hide Perspective World
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time

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