The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

Brown Penny I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. 'Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair.' Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon.

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.