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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.

William Butler Yeats

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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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Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Action Advice Hard Work Patience Wait
All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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Answer Awake Myself Night Old Question Right Sick
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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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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Meaning Poetry Right Word
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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Dreams Reality Visible World
Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Belief God One Liner
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Beginning Friendship Glory Man Myself Thinking
Everything in nature is resurrection.
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Nature One Liner World
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Friendship Perspective Stranger Yourself
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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What can be explained is not poetry.
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Explanation One Liner Poetry
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Myself Suffering Wisdom
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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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