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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.

William Butler Yeats

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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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Education Fire Lightning
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Beautiful Enemy Innocence Time
And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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