"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire."
"A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade, Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out. It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad."
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Source: William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.187, Wordsworth Editions
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