Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

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.

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead . . . That we descant and yet again descant Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song: Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young We loved each other and were ignorant.