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.

Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.

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.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.