I Wanted To Be A Poet When

The Ordinary Routines Of Life Are Never Chronicled By The Historian, But They Make Up Almost The Whole Of Experience.

He Stood Beneath The White Tower, And Looked Up At It With That Mournful Expression Which His Face Always Carried In Repose: For One Moment He Thought Of Climbing Up Its Cracked And Broken Stone, And Then From Its Summit Screaming Down At The Silent City As A Child Might Scream At A Chained Animal.

I Don't Know If I Have A Voice Of My Own. I Don't See Me Being An Important Person With Something To Say. I Haven't. I've Got Nothing To Say. My Opinion Is Of No Consequence Or Value.

What Captivity Has Been To The Jews, Exile Has Been To The Irish. For Us, The Romance Of Our Native Land Begins Only After We Have Left Home; It Is Really Only With Other People That We Become Irishmen.

All Cities Are Impressive In Their Way, Because They Represent The Aspiration Of Men To Lead A Common Life; Those People Who Wish To Live Agreeable Lives, And In Constant Intercourse With One Another, Will Build A City As Beautiful As Paris.