Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSMyself I must remake.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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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.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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