Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

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

In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?