Where there is nothing, there is God.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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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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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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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