No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.

I know nothing, except what everyone knows - if there when Grace dances, I should dance.

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.

To the man-in-the-street, who, I'm sorry to say, is a keen observer of life. The word Intellectual suggests straight away. A man who's untrue to his wife.

Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

To ask the hard question is simple.

Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.