Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
And say my glory was I had such friends.
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.
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.