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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
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Nottinghamshire
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I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.
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Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
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No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.
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How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?
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Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.
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The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart.
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