By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTeaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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 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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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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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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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