If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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.
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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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