very young people are true but not resounding instruments.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

Have not all poetic truths been already stated? The essence of a poetic truth is that no statement of it can be final.

Almost everybody wore a curious limpidity of expression, like newborn babies or souls just after death. Dazed but curiously dignified.... after a criseof hysterical revulsion and tiredness, I passed beyondand became entered by a rather sublime feeling.

Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake -- much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

Ireland is a great country to die or be married in.