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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSA 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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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