I hear it in the deep heart's core.

One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot see, and men who live primitive lives where instinct does the work of reason are fully conscious,of many things we cannot perceive at all. As life becomes more orderly, more deliberate, the supernatural world sinks farther away.

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.

I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them. I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Where there is nothing, there is God.