Every bond is a bond to sorrow.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

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.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.