The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

The Civil War is not ended: I question whether any serious civil war ever does end.

People find a way in which they can say something.

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.

The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.