The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all

The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.

Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.