Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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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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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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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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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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