Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBy logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Mysticism 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.
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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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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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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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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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