Today is the anniversary of the birth of William Butler Yeats (1865) Irish poet and dramatist who won the 1923
Nobel Prize for Literature.
- Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
- There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
- But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
- The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
- If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
- I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
- The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
- Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
- Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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