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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

William Butler Yeats

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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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 a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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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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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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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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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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Myself I must remake.
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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 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 seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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