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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

William Butler Yeats

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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Destroy Fear Himself Man Understand
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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Growth Happiness Philosophy Simplicity Spiritual Virtue
I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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Break Course Hard Heart Love
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.
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Heart Rose Time
only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Art Change Heart Work
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Beautiful Myself Old Water
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Beautiful Enemy Innocence Time
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Brief Joy Knowledge Time Tragedy
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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Battle Courage Darkness Fight Society Soldier Soul
What can be explained is not poetry.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Death Imagination Live Logic Reason
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Believe Memories Myself Nature

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