William Butler Yeats

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.

And say my glory was I had such friends.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason outselves into it.