"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire."
"Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun."
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Source: The Song of Wandering Aengus l. 19 (1899)
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