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Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
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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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Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought.
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