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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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