I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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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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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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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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