Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.

For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy set Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen The martyrs call the world.

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

We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

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.