Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

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.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

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

In dreams begins responsibility.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

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.

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

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

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 am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.