Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.
When such as I cast out remorse; So great a sweetness flows into the breast; We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blessed.
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.
Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
Everything we look upon is blest.
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams
In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class.
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body.
Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.
Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me "weak" or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life...If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book, nor would The Countess Kathleen have ever come to exist. The mystical life is the center of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
I know of the leafy paths that the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake.
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.
Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it all. Whether man die in his bed Or the rifle knocks him dead
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.
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