“ Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people. ”
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“ Education is not filling a pail but the lighting of a fire. ”
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“ There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met. ”
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“ Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. ”
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“ Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. ”
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“ No man has ever lived that had enough of children’s gratitude or woman’s love. ”
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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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“ No man has ever lived that had enough of children’s gratitude or woman’s love. ”
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“ Education is not filling of a pail but the lighting of a fire. ”
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“ Education is not filling a pail, but the lighting of a fire. ”
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“ Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ”
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“ How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. ”
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“ Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh. ”
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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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“ Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ”
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“ Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. ”
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“ Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blooddimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. ”
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“ How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. ”
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“ I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams. ”
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“ Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while. ”
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“ BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee. There the Loves a circle go, The flaming circle of our days, Gyring, spiring to and fro In those great ignorant leafy ways; Remembering all that shaken hair And how the wingèd sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care: Beloved, gaze in thine own heart. Gaze no more in the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up before us when they pass, Or only gaze a little while; For there a fatal image grows That the stormy night receives, Roots half hidden under snows, Broken boughs and blackened leaves. For all things turn to barrenness In the dim glass the demons hold, The glass of outer weariness, Made when God slept in times of old. There, through the broken branches, go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and sniff the wind, And shake their ragged wings; alas! Thy tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter glass. The Two Trees ”
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“ Politics How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war's alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms! ”
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“ THOUGH you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter flood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes. ”
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“ I said: 'A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught. ”
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“ Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all. ”
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“ Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while. ”
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