There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn’t probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.
No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove.
The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!
He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life.
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
All human history moves towards one great goal.
Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.
A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God’s power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy.
Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.
The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue...
There is an atmosphere of spiritual effort here. No other city is quite like it. I wake early, often at 5 o’clock, and start writing at once.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
Does nobody understand?
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.
Ineluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.
Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.