A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

Taste is the feminine of genius.

Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.

I am all for the short and merry life.

Leinster House does not inspire the brightest ideas.

A book of verses underneath the boughA flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thouBeside me singing in the wildernessAnd wilderness is paradise now.

Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and stays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.

Man is a coward in space, for he is by himself.

I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself

'Tis a gift to be simple 'tis a gift to be free. 'Tis a gift to come round to where we ought to be. And when we find a place that feels just right We will be in the valley of love and delight.

I've read books in school that were written by ideological rote - they were brainwashers. Therefore, any art, any literature, that has a clearly defined political goal is repellent to me.

He was one of the few political leaders I have ever met whose public speeches revealed more than his private conversations. [On Ronald Reagan]

I made it about a three-day weekend so people wouldn't have to change their clothes a lot. We didn't have an art department; we didn't have a make-up department.

Religion is a fascinating black hole to me.

A person cannot approach the divine by reaching beyond the human. To become human, is what this individual person, has been created for.

The human capacity for self-delusion is boundless, and the effects of belief are overpowering.

Only criminals and bloodsuckers reward bad behavior.