Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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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.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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