The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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