Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIn dreams begin responsibilitiy.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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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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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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