Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

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.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

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.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstinting has been naught.

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

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

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

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.

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

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.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.

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

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

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.

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

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

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

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

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

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

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.

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

Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.

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.

Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

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

And say my glory was I had such friends.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

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.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.