Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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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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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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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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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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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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