If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses the joy of encountering a philosophy that resonates with one's own thoughts and feels both logical and limitless.
William Butler Yeats reflects on the transformative experience of first encountering a philosophy that aligns with his own previously unformed ideas. This meeting signifies not only a confirmation of his intuitive thoughts but also opens the door to an expansive way of thinking, illustrating the profound impact that philosophical exploration can have on personal understanding and intellectual growth.
Themes
PhilosophySpeculationsLogicBoundlessKnowledge
In practice
Example use cases
During a discussion on personal growth, one might use this quote to highlight the importance of philosophical ideas.
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