Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSNeither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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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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