William Butler Yeats

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.' ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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

— William Butler Yeats

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A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

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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. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#growth #happiness #happy #neither #nor