Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
To be born woman is to know – although they do not speak of it at school – women must labor to be beautiful.
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought – asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
I think it better that in times like these a poet’s mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.
You know what the Englishman’s idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.