Tread softly because you

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

by William Butler Yeats

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Books are but waste paper unless we spend

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.

by William Butler Yeats

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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

by William Butler Yeats

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I know that I shall meet my fate

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

by William Butler Yeats

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How can we know the dancer

How can we know the
dancer from the dance?

by William Butler Yeats

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A pity beyond all telling

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

by William Butler Yeats

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