It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

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

The living can assist the imagination of the dead.

We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.

Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.