Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it all. Whether man die in his bed Or the rifle knocks him dead

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

There is another world, but it is in this one.

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

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

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!

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

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Believe me, the loss of hope is far worse than the loss of limbs.

The awareness that seeks to know is the very object of its own seeking.

A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate.

I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown. He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

Just make the right estimation of your own strengths and weaknesses, and also that of your opponent.

I think doubt is a very healthy way to live.

Let go of the past and live the future . . . Live the life you imagined.

'Tis known by the name of perseverance in a good cause,-and of obstinacy in a bad one.

Habit: Often mistaken for love.

I'm as American as Chevrolet.