Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned.

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

My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.

Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.

...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.