In dreams begins responsibility.
Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.
I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood – sex and the dead.
Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
This melancholy London – I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.