I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.

Words alone are certain good.

One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot see, and men who live primitive lives where instinct does the work of reason are fully conscious,of many things we cannot perceive at all. As life becomes more orderly, more deliberate, the supernatural world sinks farther away.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.