I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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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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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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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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