To have a sense of sin means to feel guilty at there being an ethical choice to make, a guilt which, however "good" I may become, remains unchanged.

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

Whatever you do, good or bad, people will always have something negative to say

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.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

My deepest feeling about politicians is that they are dangerous lunatics to be avoided when possible and carefully humored; people, above all, to whom one must never tell the truth.