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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAn intellectual hate is the worst.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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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 is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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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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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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