British - Poet | September 12, 1907 - September 3, 1963
You can't express emotion without giving information.
Louis MacNeice
GivingYouInformationEmotion
Though I do regard the Inquisition in general and the burning of Giordano Bruno in particular as blots on the history of the Roman Catholic Church, I am far from being actuated by hatred of that church, and in fact cannot imagine that European civilization would have developed or survived without it.
HistoryI AmChurchCivilizationFar
I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.
StrengthI AmMeHumanityBornWho
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.
MeStoneMakeSpillThemOtherwise
In January 1921, I found myself wonderfully alone in an empty carriage in a rocking train in the night between Waterloo and Sherborne. Stars on each side of me; I ran from side to side of the carriage, checking the constellations.
StarsAloneJanuaryMyselfMeNight
I am at home in Dublin, more than in any other city.
HomeI AmCityMoreDublinThan
A harrassed and dubious childhood under the hand of a well-meaning but barbarous mother's help from County Armagh led me to think of the North of Ireland as prison and the South as a land of escape.
MotherChildhoodMePrisonThink
I am 33 years old, and what can I have been doing that I still am in a muddle? But everyone else is, too; maybe our muddles are concurrent.
I AmDoingOldEveryoneYearsBeen
When I went to bed as a child, I was told, 'You don't know where you'll wake up.' When I ran in the garden, I was told that running was bad for the heart. Everything had its sinister aspect - milk shrinks the stomach, lemon thins the blood.
HeartChildWake UpYouBadGarden
Dublin was hardly worried by the war; her old preoccupations were still preoccupations. The intelligentsia continued their parties; their mutual malice was as effervescent as ever.
WarOldHerMaliceStillDublin
Mysticism, in the narrow sense, implies a specific experience which is foreign to most poets and most men, but on the other hand, it represents an instinct which is a human sine qua non.
ExperienceMenHandHumanSense
The individualist is an atom thinking about himself (Thank God I am not as other men); the communist, too often, is an atom having ecstasies of self-denial (Thank God I am one in a crowd).
GodMenI AmThank GodThinking
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