He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the nig….

Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it..

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of ….

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being..

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out..

Saying that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic worth, is like saying that he had rheumatism or suffered from diab….

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory..

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back..

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once..

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit..

Too excited to be genuinely happy.

History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening..

Love me. Love my umbrella..

Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long faded from the w….

Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatesoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human suff….

You ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour ….

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant..

Life is the great teacher..

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out..

Every bond is a bond to sorrow..