A Quote by William Butler Yeats

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. — © William Butler Yeats
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
Education is not about filling a pail, it's about lighting a fire.
Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
Lighting a fire UNDER someone will never be as effective as Lighting a fire WITHIN someone.
You get the best effort from others not by lighting a fire beneath them, but by building a fire within.
I like to go to art museums and name the untitled paintings... Boy With Pail... Kitten On Fire.
When I was 6 years old, we were lighting firecrackers in the backyard and started a fire. My brother ran out and was pulling water from the creek and pouring it on the fire with a 7-Eleven Big Gulp cup.
I think people underestimate the importance of lighting - layers of lighting, not just one light. I do a lighting seminar where I take a $300-a-yard fabric and a $3-a-yard fabric. I show what lighting can do to either one.
Education is not filling the mind with a lot of facts. Perfecting the instrument and getting complete mastery of my own mind [is the ideal of education].
I love using gas grills because they are easier to heat and it's much easier to control the flames with a gas grill than with a charcoal fire. Grilling is not just about lighting a fire.
Education is not filling
One of the strongest characteristics of genius is the power of lighting its own fire.
My father's a Southern Baptist minister. I wasn't lighting cars on fire; I just wasn't.
The lighting is so important. One thing that makes me nuts about the lighting now is that they spend an enormous amount of time lighting the set, the background. But the most important thing in the scene is the actor.
Whoever kindles the flames of intolerance in America is lighting a fire underneath his own home.
Revealing the truth is like lighting a match, it can bring light or it can set your world on fire.
All through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire- a fire, however, inseparable in its nature from myself, quickening nothing, lighting nothing, doing no service, idly burning away.
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