People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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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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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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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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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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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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