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.
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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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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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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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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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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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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!
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