Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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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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.
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