I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island in Lough Gill, and when walking through Fleet Street very homesick I heard a little tinkle of water and saw a fountain in a shop window which balanced a little ball upon its jet, and began to remember lake water. From the sudden remembrance came my poem Innisfree.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.