"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire."
"Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance How can we know the dancer from the dance?"
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Source: Among School Children l. 57 (1928) See Quarles 1
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