It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEcstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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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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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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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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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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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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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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