Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLife is a long preparation for something that never happens.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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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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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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