Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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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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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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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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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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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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