Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening.

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial

Have read little and understood less.

I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.