God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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.
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