We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBut 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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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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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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