We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Myself I must remake.
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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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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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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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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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