Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThings fall apart; the center cannot hold.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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