'Twere sweet to sink in death for Truth and Freedom! Yes, who would hesitate, for who could bear The living degradation we may know If we do dread death for a sacred cause?

Our spirit is . . . to show ourselves eager to work for, and if need be, to die for the Irish Republic. Facing our enemy we must declare an attitude simply. . . . We ask for no mercy and we will make no compromise.

Who would not be that youth? What pity is it That we can die but once to save our country!

Some closing of the gates is inevitable after thirty, if the mind itself is to become a creative power.

For a writer only one form of patriotism exists: his attitude toward language.

. . . the crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.