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 YEATSThough leaves are many, the root is one.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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