If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThough leaves are many, the root is one.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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