Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
Whence had they come The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived?
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.