There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

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.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!