Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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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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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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