It is inner duty, not outer achievement, that wins peace.

In ancient Ireland the soul had but to stretch out its arms to fill them with beauty. Now all manner of ugliness besets the world.

He has had her today but he has not had her. No man ever shall.

We who have seen the truth will reshape the world, and Ireland shall be our entrance to this world beyond words.

It takes a village to raise a child, they say, and it takes a community to raise a genius, no matter how singular the individual.

Only in dreams and death can perfection be had. Life is broken and weary.

Marriage, after all, is only a little detail in life.

You make such beautiful poetry out of what you call your love and your unhappiness. Marriage would be such a dull affair in comparison.

A great poet can give nobler and more precious gifts to his country than the greatest philanthropist or politician.