There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSMysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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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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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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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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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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 so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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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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