It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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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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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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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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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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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