The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSJoy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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