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!
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt 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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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