What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.

We live in an age of science and of abundance. The care and reverence for books as such, proper to an age when no book was duplicated until someone took the pains to copy it out by hand, is obviously no longer suited to ’the needs of society’, or to the conservation of learning. The weeder is supremely needed if the Garden of the Muses is to persist as a garden.

The artist is always beginning.

Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

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

The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.