Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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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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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.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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