Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSSometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSMan is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEcstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSCome 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!
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAn intellectual hate is the worst.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLove is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSPeople who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTalent perceives differences; genius, unity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSGod guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBut I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSDo not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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