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.

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thought All that we did, all that we said or sang Must come from contact with the soil, from that Contact everything Antaeus-like grew strong.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.