The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?

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.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is