I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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