Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing!

Autumn's the mellow time.

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower.

She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.

Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

History of Ireland--lawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhere--no principle, no heroism. What can be done with it?

Monsters always make more trouble before they die.

Science may be described as the art of systematic over-simplification.

I think people read travel books either because they intend to take that trip, or because they would never take that trip. In a sense, as a writer you are doing the travel for the reader.

Things never come when they are expected.

Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.

To come to know your enemy, first you must become his friend, and once you become his friend, all his defences come down. Then you can choose the most fitting method for his demise.

As an amateur, I couldn't get many fights. No one would fight me when I was a schoolboy.

Marco [Rubio] now is attached to that establishment. I don't see his future, not in this particular cycle.

I didn't buy the piano to play it, I bought it because it looks nice.