The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWords are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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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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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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