Before verse can be human again it must learn to be brutal.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.

I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds, The gray and wintry sides of many glens, And did but half remember human words, In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens.

The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.

Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.

It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea.

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, for he will be going out on a day when he shouldn't.

They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

No man at all can be living forever and we must be satisfied.

Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and think in many different idioms.

Attitude. That is your tendency to evaluate things based on your perception. If you think you can't, that is a negative attitude parcel and opening it will reveal what you believe

I wasn't always who I am now. No one ever is. I've spent my entire lifetime becoming who I am. Finally, I'm here and I'm old. It's depressing, it really is.

I think my thing is I grew up in the ghetto, and I was able to get a second chance. That's what I'm trying to tell kids.

I am sure in some years from now you will see new posters with just white space and four lines in Garamond.

[The] liberty of divorce does not contribute to happiness and virtue. The facility of separation would destroy all mutual confidence, and inflame every trifling dispute . . .

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.

It's very fascinating, it's very addictive, and it's incredibly challenging. You're never satisfied. It's kind of like advertising. You're never satisfied

I believe it is important for the university to always remember its roots.

I like to try new things.