If I felt, in the event of a royal wedding, inspired to write about people coming together in marriage or civil partnership, I would just be grateful to have an idea for the poem. And if I didn’t, I’d ignore it.
When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I crawled straight for the coming wave and was just through the wall of green when she caught my heels.
Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts.
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
I had an instinctive feeling that the people who have little or no school training should have something coming into their homes weekly which dealt with their problems in a simple, helpful way… so I wrote in a plain, common-sense way on the things that concerned our people.
It’s still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.
Spending a weekend with Hitler would have been boring in the extreme, although you would have had a greater certainty in coming back alive.
Personal success or personal satisfaction are not worth another thought if one does achieve them, or worth worrying about if they evade one or are slow in coming. All that is really worth while is action – faithful action, for the world, and in God.
No organization, whether it’s police or physicians or whatever, wants to have its errors held up to the light of day, but it’s wrong, as is coming out so well.
When I was young I used to listen to other people and to try and understand what they thought and where they were coming from. I listened and didn’t speak.