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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

William Butler Yeats

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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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Experience Literature Man Personal Ready Vision
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Empty Opinion Soul
Myself I must remake.
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Build Improvement Myself Transformation
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Destroy Fear Himself Man Understand
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
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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Day Leaves Lying Myself Root Truth Youth
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Drink Man Sober Worst
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Death Life Preparation Spiritual
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
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Beautiful Myself Old Water
When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Better Call Connection Dance Togetherness
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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Dreams Reality Visible World
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Discipline Love Myself One Liner True
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Change Face Love Man Soul Yourself

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