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 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.
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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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