One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBy logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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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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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 exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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