We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSPeople who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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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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