I would mould a world of fire and dew.

Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.

Education is not about filling a pail, it's about lighting a fire.

Because of that great nobleness of hersThe fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,Burns but more clearly.