Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThink where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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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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!
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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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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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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