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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

William Butler Yeats

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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Discipline Love Myself Perspective
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Live Low Man Satisfaction Stay Suffering
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Gift Hard Work Heart Privilege
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 YEATS

Body Care Dreams Imagination Light Myself Observation Reason Silence Truth Vision
There is another world, but it is in this one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Hide Perspective World
Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Book exchange Life Logic Process Writing
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Alone God Guard Mindset Myself Protection Thinking
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Born Death Eyes Life Short Time Wink
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Emotion Enemy Greatness Ourselves Trouble
And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Earth Existence Feet Ourselves True
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Dreams Feet Myself Poor
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Believe Memories Myself Nature
Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Experience Literature Man Personal Ready Vision

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