Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTalent perceives differences; genius, unity.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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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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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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