Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

Quote by William Butler Yeats

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Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from...

Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from...

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The...

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The...

The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.

The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.

In dreams begins responsibility.

In dreams begins responsibility.

The Government does not intend these things to happen, the Commission on whose report the...

The Government does not intend these things to happen, the Commission on whose report the...

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of...

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of...

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...

Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not...

Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not...

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best...

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best...

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

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

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

The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets...

The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets...

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all...

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all...

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We...

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We...

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.

I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.