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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.

William Butler Yeats

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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Discipline Love Myself Perspective
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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Eyes Fall Hairs Heart Lonely Love Rest
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry
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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Contrary Greatness Mystery Past Power Pretend World
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Beautiful Enemy Innocence Time
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Break Center Hold
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Empty Opinion Soul
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
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Joy Labor Obstacle Success
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Believe Memories Myself Nature
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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Answer Awake Myself Night Old Question Right Sick
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Destroy Fear Himself Man Understand
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Sex Soul Tragedy Virgin
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Dreams Round Yourself

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