And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.

The intellect is a very nice whirligig toy, but how people take it seriously is more than I can understand.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation, neither are they transmitted by book learning. The mystic tradition, any mystic tradition, is of a similar nature, that is, it is dependent on direct perception, a 'knowledge' as permanent as the faculty for receiving it.

Every great change is simple.

The secret of popular writing is never to put more on a given page than the common reader can lap off it with no strain whatsoever on his habitually slack attention.

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