The night can sweat with terror as before We pieced our thoughts into philosophy, And planned to bring the world under a rule, Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.

If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals.

We are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even accusing heaven because It had set down among its laws: Nothing that we love over-much Is ponderable to our touch.