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How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?
BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there.
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk
Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
Education is not about filling a pail, it's about lighting a fire.
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.
Tis the eternal law, That first in beauty should be first in might.
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave on the sea.
Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content.
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?
The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all
Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.
Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young We loved each other and were ignorant.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
A passion-driven exultant man sings out Sentences that he has never thought.
Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.
All things fall and are built again, And those that build them again are gay.
I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent
It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.
What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.
How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?
For what but eye and ear silence the mind With the minute particulars of mankind?
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight.
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.