Life is too short to read a bad book.
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.
(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.
It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.