There is no topicmore soporific and generally boring than the topic of Ireland as Ireland, as a nation.

Poetry is about as much a 'criticism of life' as red-hot iron is a criticism of fire.

There is natural ignorance and there is artificial ignorance. I should say at the present moment the artificial ignorance is about eighty-five per cent.

Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

Glance is the enemy of vision.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.