What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

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.

But in the desert, in the pure clean atmosphere, in the silence – there you can find yourself. And unless you begin to know yourself, how can you even begin to search for God?

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

These are open secrets, so to speak. Of the kind we dare not articulate, for fear of wounding those close to us.

A writer is a spectator, looking at everything with a highly critical eye.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

I believe in the sun, even when it rains.

I would hope that Europe always has a privileged relationship with the United States. The alternatives are not attractive.

It was a day and age that saw no reason why one could not learn whatever was required - learn vitally anything - by the close study of books.

Even if it's not what you planned, you can make a life for yourself on your own and be happy.

When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.