Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSPeople who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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 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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