What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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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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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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