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What can be explained is not poetry.

William Butler Yeats

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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Connection Myself Relatable Tree Yourself
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Build Inspirational Reality Unity Yourself
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Drink Man Sober Worst
Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Brief Delight Dreams Kind Love
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Beginning Friendship Glory Man Myself Thinking
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Discipline Love Myself Perspective
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Company Friendship Rest Yourself
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Friendship Perspective Stranger Yourself
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Change Face Love Man Soul Yourself
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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Nature Rose Sweet Time World Yourself
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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Battle Courage Darkness Fight Society Soldier Soul
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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Action Change Creation Intellectual Love
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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Dreams Reality Visible World
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
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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Business Head Heart World
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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Ecstasy Happiness Imperfection Live
It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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Emotion Enemy Greatness Ourselves Trouble
In dreams begins responsibility.
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Beginning Dreams Inspirational One Liner Possible
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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Cry Explanation Teaching
There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Hide Perspective World
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Death Life Preparation Spiritual
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Brief Joy Knowledge Time Tragedy
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Close Key Uncertain
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Action Advice Hard Work Patience Wait
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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