I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

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.

I'd like to think...that people in pubs would talk about my poems

...you can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...

I am torn between the freedom of this adventure and the benefits of civilization despite its constraints.

But thought has no eyelids to close or ears to block...

When you can whip any man in the world, you never know peace.

They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.

I think Hillary Clinton has just got to try to be herself. And she's got to talk about the issues that Americans care about, which is what she's been doing.

Grace can and does have a history.

The dark side of social media is that, within seconds, anything can be blown out of proportion and taken out of context. And it's very difficult not to get swept up in it all.

Writing is still like heaving bricks over a wall.