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

If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.

Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.

The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.

The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the sun! anew each day; and new and new and new, that comes into and steadies my soul."

The cynics in life are the people who are always trying to do things for people who don't want things done for them.

War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.