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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, 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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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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