There is another world, but it is in this one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIf suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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