People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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