A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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