Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.

They earned it. It was not a gift. I think it's good. I'm happy for them. I'm not just happy for them. Hell, I'm happy for all of us.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.