I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

When I think of all the books I have read, and of the wise words I have heard spoken, and of the anxiety I have given to parents and grandparents, and of the hopes that I have had, all life weighed in the scales of my own life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.

I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.