The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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