Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Myself I must remake.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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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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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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