And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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The 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.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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