Quotes on Wild Geese

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

A war, or any wild-goose chase, is, as the vulgar use the phrase, a lucky turn-up of patronage for the minister, whose chief merit is the art of keeping himself in place.