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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
William Butler Yeats
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Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought – asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
William Butler Yeats
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How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
William Butler Yeats
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
William Butler Yeats
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
William Butler Yeats
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Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
William Butler Yeats
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
William Butler Yeats
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