All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHammer your thoughts into unity.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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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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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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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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