Where there is nothing, there is God.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSDo not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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