We are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care.