Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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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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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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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