Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEducation is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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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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