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William Butler Yeats
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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William Butler Yeats
The Light of LightsLooks always on the motive, not the deed,The Shadow of Shadows on the deed alone.
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William Butler Yeats
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed up on the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand.
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William Butler Yeats
The years like great black oxen tread the world,And God, the herdsman goads them on behind,And I am broken by their passing feet.
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