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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.

William Butler Yeats

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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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King Life Live Slave Sleep Soul Spiritual
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
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
Myself I must remake.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Build Improvement Myself Transformation
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Answer Awake Myself Night Old Question Right Sick
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Best Logic Mindset People Philosophy Starve
I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Heart Rose Time
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Communication Language People Thinking Wisdom
only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Art Change Heart Work
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Sex Soul Tragedy Virgin
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Believe Memories Myself Nature
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Believe Enough Feeling Oneself Time
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Break Center Hold
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Friendship Perspective Stranger Yourself
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

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