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Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things—
We murder to dissect.
----William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads

When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.
---William Butler Yeats

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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
---William Blake

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The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.
---William Butler Yeats

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