Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.

We prove, we do not explain, our birth.

... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.

I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.