We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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