You have to risk going too far to discover just how far you can really go.
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
And right action is freedom From past and future also.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?