Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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