Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
The things that have been told us in our childhoodAre not so fragile.
If you believe in God,You are my soul’s one friend.
An intellectual hatred is the worst,So let her think opinions are accursed.
Only God, my dear,Could love you for yourself aloneAnd not your yellow hair.
And therefore I have sailed the seas and comeTo the holy city of Byzantium.
Their hearts are wild,As be the hearts of birds, till children come.
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
Swift has sailed into his rest;Savage indignation thereCannot lacerate his breast.
Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people.
I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.
We were the last romantics — chose for themeTraditional sanctity and loveliness.
Oh, who could have foretoldThat the heart grows old?
But where’s the wild dog that has praised his fleas?
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.