William Butler Yeats — "The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them…"
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.
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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"My own position is that an idealism or spiritualism which denies magic, and evil spirits even, and sneers at magicians and even mediums (the few honest ones) is an academical imposture."
"Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart."
"Talk to me of originality and, I will turn on you with rage. I am a crowd, I am a lonely man, I am nothing. Ancient salt is best packing."
"The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober."
"Your Church has in this matter been far more thorough than the Protestant. It has never denied Ars Magica, though it has denounced it'."
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