“As I am. As I am. All or not at all.”
“When the Irishman is found outside of Ireland in another environment, he very often becomes a respected man. The economic and intellectual conditions that prevail in his own country do not permit the development of individuality. No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove.”
“Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.”
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.