The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

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.

The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . . I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance - the revolt of the soul against the intellect.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.