In dreams begins responsibility.

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.

O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.

The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.