Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSSometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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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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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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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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 exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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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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