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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.

William Butler Yeats

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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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