Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAny 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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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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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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