The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immedia...tely: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. I...t was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With the nippers to wheel round the houses And the hall to paint in his old trousers... And that letter to her mother Saying Won't you come for the summer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come,... For she my mind hath so displaced That I shall never find my home.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Can we expect the redemption of the world from scholars? I doubt it. But the time has come for all artists to join together as a c...onfederation in an eternal league.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Look at the trees now, aren't they bare? But you let a certain day come for spring and they'll come out. They won't be the same le...aves that was there last year, but when they come out they're so pretty. I look out at those trees and just think, Oh, you're so beautiful. God sure dressed you up. I say that to a tree. The work I have done, if I have to do it over, I'm willin'. But I don't want to go back. Let me be the leaf just laying at the foot of the tree giving it substance to grow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I do not know much about politics, but I am trying to do the best I can with this administration until the time shall come for me ...to turn it over to somebody else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and ev...ery one is sign'd by God's name. And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go, Others will punctually come for ever and ever.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Midnight has come and the great Christ Church bell And many a lesser bell sound through the room;... And it is All Souls' Night. And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come; For it is a ghost's right....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »