"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of jo..." — William Butler Yeats

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.