There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOnly that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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