The heart of an Irishman is nothing but his imagination

An Irishman's heart is nothing but his imagination.

Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and brought up in its air is Irish. I have lived for twenty years in Ireland and for seventy-two in England; but the twenty came first and in Britain I am still a foreigner and shall die one.

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire...

Must then Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination?