We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

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.

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

There is another world, but it is in this one.