William Butler Yeats Quotes
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
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Too many words are lit for a beast of burden.
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Yes I’m a beast and I feast when I conquer!
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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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The way that Russian Orthodox services work generally, and certainly the way that this worked, is that it goes on for hours and hours, and people wander in and wander out, and people talk the whole way through. One of the American women said to the other, "This is so beautiful. I can actually imagine maybe even becoming Orthodox." She went on and on, and finally a Russian seated just in front of her turned and said, "You are not member of church because it is beautiful; you are member of church because it is the single truth of God!"
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There are certain things in this world we all have in common such as time. Everybody has sixty seconds to a minute, sixty minutes to an hour, twenty-four hours to a day. The difference is what we do with that time and how we use it.
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I try to do an hour of cardio on the days that I have off, and then I'll do 30 to 45 minutes on show days. That's the first thing I do when I wake up, I have breakfast and then I'll hit the gym.
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We should seek the truth without hesitation; and, if we refuse it, we show that we value the esteem of men more than the search for truth.
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If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.
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The notion of law enforcement as professional, not political, began developing as an aspiration and an ethos even while, in practice, the FBI was the personal fiefdom of J. Edgar Hoover.
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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats