All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

William Butler Yeats

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If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

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There is another world, but it is in this one.

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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

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When You Are Old" WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by st... by William Butler Yeats

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the peop... by William Butler Yeats

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passion... by William Butler Yeats

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

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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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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves i... by William Butler Yeats

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

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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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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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Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory wa... by William Butler Yeats

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

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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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