Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
O cowardly amd tyrannous race of monks, persecutors of the bard, and the gleemen, haters of life and joy! O race that does not draw the sword and tell the truth! O race that melts the bones of the people with cowardice and with deceit! ("The Crucifixion Of The Outcast")
Does the imagination dwell the most
Upon a woman won or a woman lost?
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me
("The Circus Animal's Desertion")