Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLove 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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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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