If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?
Interpretation
Intellectual hatred and rigid opinions hinder genuine beauty and understanding.
In this quote, Yeats expresses that an 'intellectual hatred' is detrimental, suggesting that rigid, negative opinions can stifle appreciation for real beauty and value in life. He observes that even a seemingly flawed mind can produce wonderful outcomes, highlighting the importance of openness and understanding over dogmatism.
In practice
In a debate about the value of differing opinions in society.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
From a purely positivist point of view, man is the most mysterious and disconcerting of all the objects met with by science.
He who understands the limits of life knows that it is easy to obtain that which removes the pain of want and makes the whole of life complete and perfect. Thus he has no longer any need of things which involve struggle.
One may gain political and social independence, but if one is a slave to his passions and desires, one cannot feel the pure joy of real freedom
Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human. Society is something that precedes the individual. Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god.
The geographical pilgrimage is the symbolic acting out an inner journey. The inner journey is the interpolation of the meanings and signs of the outer pilgrimage. One can have one without the other. It is best to have both.
I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
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