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.
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.
One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.
Choose your companions from the best Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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.
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams I have spread my dreams under your feet Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.
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.
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.
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
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.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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.
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.
Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.