The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThough leaves are many, the root is one.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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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.
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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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