In a way, Anglo-Saxon poetry cannot be translated.
Category Archive: Irish
You must be fit to give before you can be fit to receive.
Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
I love everything that’s old, – old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
That neither our thoughts, nor passions, nor ideas formed by the imagination, exist without the mind, is what every body will allow.
Eternal life can mean utter reverence for life itself.
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
In poetry, everything can be faked but the intensity of utterance.