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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

William Butler Yeats

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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
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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Heart Rose Time
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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Angel Dance Flame Mountain Ride World Yourself
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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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Break Center Hold
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
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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Day Leaves Lying Myself Root Truth Youth
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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Believe Enough Feeling Oneself Time

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