We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEducation is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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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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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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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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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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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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