The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be appreciated.
Religion, you know, enters very deep; in reality it is the deepest impression I have in speaking to people, that they are or that they are not of my religion.
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
I feel myself part of something. Not only being part of a community but part of an actual moment and a movement of Irish writing and art. That sense of being part of the whole thing is the deepest joy.
A ‘No’ uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a ‘Yes’ merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it’s also to feel, quite powerfully, that you’re not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief – that to do so would be taboo somehow.
Millions of Americans cannot tell you who lived at Mount Vernon or who wrote the Declaration of Independence – let alone the Emancipation Proclamation. But they know that to be ‘a Benedict Arnold’ is to be a traitor of the deepest dye – someone who coldly betrays not only a sacred cause but every moral scruple along the way.
The word majesty was now dropped; but, with the deepest respect and humility, I was addressed as the count. What could I do? I accepted the title, and from that moment I was known as Count Peter.