The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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.
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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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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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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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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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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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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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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 broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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Myself I must remake.
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