The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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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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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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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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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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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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