The Unicorn from the Stars quotes

I thought at the first it was gone to sleep he was. But when shaking him and roaring at him failed to rouse him, I knew well it was the falling sickness. Believe me, the doctor will reach it with his drugs.

Nothing but prayer can reach a soul that is so far beyond the world as his soul is at this moment.

You are not saying that the life is gone out of him!

Sitting down again and taking up tools. Well, maybe so. But work must go on and coachbuilding must go on, and they will not go on the time there is too much attention given to dreams.

A dream is a sort of a shadow, no profit in it to anyone at all.

A coach, now, is a real thing and a thing that will last for generations and be made use of to the last, and maybe turn to be a hen-roost at its latter end.

That is it, that will satisfy him. I had a great desire myself, and I young, to go travelling the roads as far as Dublin.

The roads are the great things, they never come to an end.

They are the same as the serpent having his tail swallowed in his own mouth.

Does the body slip from you as it does from me? They have not shut your window into eternity?

Thomas never shut a window I could not get through.

I knew you were one of my own sort. When I am sluggish in the morning, Thomas says, “Poor Andrew is getting old.” That is all he knows. The way to keep young is to do the things youngsters do.

Thomas never shut a window I could not get through. I knew you were one of my own sort. When I am sluggish in the morning, Thomas says, “Poor Andrew is getting old.” That is all he knows.

The way to keep young is to do the things youngsters do. Twenty years I have been slipping away, and he never found me out yet!

That is what they call ecstasy, but there is no word that can tell out very plain what it means. That freeing of the mind from its thoughts, those wonders we know when we put them into words;

You remembered something, but not all.

Nature is a great sleep; there are dangerous and evil spirits in her dreams, but God is above Nature.

She is a darkness, but He makes everything clear; He is light.

You have said to yourself every morning, “What is to be done today?” and when you are tired out you have thought of the next day’s work. If you gave yourself an hour’s idleness, it was but that you might work the better.

Yet it is only when one has put work away that one begins to live.

It is those French wines that did it.

No man can be alive, and what is paradise but fullness of life, if whatever he sets his hand to in the daylight cannot carry him from exaltation to exaltation, and if he does not rise into the frenzy of contemplation in the night silence.

Events that are not begotten in joy are misbegotten and darken the world, and nothing is begotten in joy if the joy of a thousand years has not been crushed into a moment.

And I offered to let you go to Dublin in the coach!

It is not my fault. I have been chosen for what I have to do. Stands up. I have to free myself first and those that are near me.

The love of God is a very terrible thing!

Thomas tries to stop him, but is prevented by Beggars. Martin takes a wisp of straw and lights it. We will destroy all that can perish! It is only the soul that can suffer no injury.

The love of God is a very terrible thing! Thomas tries to stop him, but is prevented by Beggars. Martin takes a wisp of straw and lights it. We will destroy all that can perish! It is only the soul that can suffer no injury.

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!

He throws wisp into heap—it blazes up.

But it is not yourself will ever hear the saints hammering at their musics! It is you will be moving through the ages, chains upon you, and you in the form of a dog or a monster.

I tell you that one will go through Purgatory as quick as lightning through a thorn-bush.

That’s the way, that the way. Croons. Three that are watching my time to run, The worm, the devil, and my son, To see a loop around their neck It’s that would make my heart to lep!

I tell you, if you brought him tied in a bag he would not say an Our Father for you, without you having a half-crown at the top of your fingers.

There is no priest is any good at all but a spoiled priest.

A one that would take a drop of drink, it is he would have courage to face the hosts of trouble. Rout them out he would, the same as a shoal of fish from out the weeds.

As I lay there I saw through everything, I know all. It was but a frenzy that going out to burn and to destroy. What have I to do with the foreign army? What I have to pierce is the wild heart of time.

My business is not reformation but revelation.

If you are going to turn back now from leading us, you are no better than any other traitor that ever gave up the work he took in hand.

I saw in a broken vision, but now all is clear to me.

Where there is nothing, where there is nothing⁠—there is God!

Now we will take him!

I have seen it, I have been there. The lover still loves but with a greater passion, and the rider still rides but the horse goes like the wind and leaps the ridges, and the battle goes on always, always.

That is the joy of Heaven, continual battle.

I thought the battle was here, and that the joy was to be found here on earth, that all one had to do was to bring again the old wild earth of the stories—but no, it is not here;