In dreams begins responsibility.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLiterature 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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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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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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