It was among farmers and potato diggers and old men in workhouses and beggars at my own door that I found what was beyond these and yet farther beyond that drawingroom poet of my childhood in the expression of love, and grief, and the pain of parting, that are the disclosure of the individual soul.

Every day in the year there comes some malice into the world, and where it comes from is no good place.

If the past year were offered me again, And choice of good and ill before me set Would I accept the pleasure with the pain Or dare to wish that we had never met?

It is the old battle, between those who use a toothbrush and those who don't.

Thomas Davis was a great man where poetry is concerned, and a better than Thomas Moore. All over Ireland his poetry is, and he would have done other things but that he died young.

She is a girl would not be afraid to walk the whole world with herself.

It is better to be tied to any thorny bush than to be with a cross man.