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.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

Education is not filling

I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.