All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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