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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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Love 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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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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 a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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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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