rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?