Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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