If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSChoose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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