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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

William Butler Yeats

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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Close Key Uncertain
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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Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
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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Heart Rose Time
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Brief Joy Knowledge Time Tragedy
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Live Low Man Satisfaction Stay Suffering
Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Belief God One Liner
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Hands Heart Myself Quiet
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Battle Character Dreams Fight Fools Inspirational Life Lose Myself Need Night Party Soul Win
The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Believe Conscience Deep Greatness Intellectual Life Myself Mystery Revolution Soul Spiritual Thinking Voice Writing
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Art Change Heart Work
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Believe Memories Myself Nature
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Communication Language People Thinking Wisdom
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Ecstasy Happiness Imperfection Live

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