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.
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.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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