The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.

No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.

I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.

I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them. I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.