Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLove 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.
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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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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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 is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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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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