Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.
I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.
One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.
Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.