Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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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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What can be explained is not poetry.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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