Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEvery 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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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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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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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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