The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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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