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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Bone Myself Nature Soft Space Stars
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Dreams Feet Myself Poor

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