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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.

William Butler Yeats

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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Communication Language People Thinking Wisdom
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
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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Live Low Man Satisfaction Stay Suffering
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Change Face Love Man Soul Yourself
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Joy Labor Obstacle Success
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Beautiful Myself Old Water
A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Easy Home Invention Journalist Lying Man Stay Vote
And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Born Death Eyes Life Short Time Wink
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Dreams Feet Myself Poor
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Believe Memories Myself Nature
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Drink Man Sober Worst
Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Cry Explanation Teaching
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Best Logic Mindset People Philosophy Starve
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Feeling Ourselves Reason Taste Truth
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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Growth Happiness Philosophy Simplicity Spiritual Virtue
In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Beginning Dreams Responsibility
Myself I must remake.
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Build Improvement Myself Transformation
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Discipline Love Myself Perspective
Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Difference Genius Talent Unity
only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Art Change Heart Work
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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Angel Dance Flame Mountain Ride World Yourself
And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Appearance Bird Deep Wisdom
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Bone Myself Nature Soft Space Stars
It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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Emotion Enemy Greatness Ourselves Trouble

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