Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

We are fastened to a dying animal.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thought All that we did, all that we said or sang Must come from contact with the soil, from that Contact everything Antaeus-like grew strong.

Everything we look upon is blest.