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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.

William Butler Yeats

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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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Battle Courage Darkness Fight Society Soldier Soul
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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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Art Change Heart Work
Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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Children Kiss Laughter Life Woman
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 midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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Book exchange Life Logic Process Writing
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
And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Appearance Bird Deep Wisdom
What can be explained is not poetry.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Hide Perspective World
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Believe Memories Myself Nature
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Gift Hard Work Heart Privilege

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