Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThough 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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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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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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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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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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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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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