I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.

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.

Don’t condemn me to the prison of your bullshit.

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

May we know fear, but may we always refuse to court cowardice.

The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him... [from Macbeth]

I just say I'm an artist who works with pictures and words.

If virtue accompany it, it is the heart's paradise; if vice associate it, it is the soul's purgatory.

Some ideas are so stupid that only intellectuals believe them.

Irreverence not only shows disrespect to Deity but also makes it hard for the Spirit to teach us the things we need to know.

I work seven days a week, from 9 in the morning till 8 at night. I have the titles of the next eight novels I want to write. I feel myself pitiable, degraded on a day that I don't write.

What I'm most pleased about is that there's no particular decline. The songs I wrote 40 years ago are no worse and no better - there's a consistency.