Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBeloved, 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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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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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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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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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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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