We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends’ portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland’s history in their lineaments trace; think where man’s glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
You know what the Englishman’s idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.