The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.