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.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met. Read Summary

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! Read Summary

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. Read Summary

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. Read Summary

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind. Read Summary

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart. Read Summary

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone. Read Summary

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober. Read Summary

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. Read Summary

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity. Read Summary