"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire."
"I knew that I had seen, had seen at last That girl my unremembering nights hold fast Or else my dreams that fly If I should rub an eye, And yet in flying fling into my meat A crazy juice that makes the pulses beat."
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Source: William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.233, Hayes Barton Press
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