There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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