William Butler Yeats
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Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.
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I have spread my dreams under your feet
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
An intellectual hate is the worst.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.
Things fall apart the center cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.
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Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.
I know of no country in which there is so little independence of mind and real freedom of discussion as in America.
My dad was a militant atheist, or is a militant atheist. My mum was sort of bought up in a religious family because she was a Protestant from Ireland but wasn't especially religious.
A sincere and steadfast co-operation in promoting such a reconstruction of our political system as would provide for the permanent liberty and happiness of the United States.
Have you listened to the radio lately? Have you heard the canned, frozen and processed product being dished up to the world as American popular music today?
War and Peace never stay at a moment.
But no, I don't really like romantic comedies, so I don't really care. I never go see 'em.
God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.
Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.
For, if a good speaker, never so eloquent, does not see into the fact, and is not speaking the truth of that - is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?
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