How could passion run so deep Had I never thought That the crime of being born Blackens all our lot?

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

There is another world, but it is in this one.

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

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

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!

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

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

When I was growing up we didn't have a massive house and there were five women running around, so my dad and I had to stick together!

For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins.

I get very unsettled by the mess of Christmas. I find the decorations a little bit hard, as my desire for everything to match is never fully satisfied.

Family, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow channelling of impulse and energy.

A gentleman does not promote a man on account of what he says; nor does he reject sayings, because the speaker is what he is.

It never ceases to amaze me the lengths that some people will go to to try and speak to me or meet me.

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

Besides re-arming myself with joy, I need to know the holes in my defenses, the places where I'm vulnerable and where the enemy has successfully attacked me before.

Our philosophies must be rewritten to remove them from the domain of words and "ideas," and to plant their roots firmly in the earth.

I'm not a writer. I'm not smart. I couldn't possibly even write my own story.