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.
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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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