But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

Where there is nothing, there is God.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island in Lough Gill, and when walking through Fleet Street very homesick I heard a little tinkle of water and saw a fountain in a shop window which balanced a little ball upon its jet, and began to remember lake water. From the sudden remembrance came my poem Innisfree.

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?

Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.