How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
—William Butler Yeats
Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.
I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.