Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?

There is only one romance the Soul's.

I always think a great speaker convinces us not by force of reasoning, but because he is visibly enjoying the beliefs he wants us to accept.