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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

William Butler Yeats

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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Myself I must remake.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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