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

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island in Lough Gill, and when walking through Fleet Street very homesick I heard a little tinkle of water and saw a fountain in a shop window which balanced a little ball upon its jet, and began to remember lake water. From the sudden remembrance came my poem Innisfree.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.