There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Love 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.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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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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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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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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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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