Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies up to be garlanded, In si….

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning t….

Places remember events..

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination..

In the particular is contained the universal..

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on..

I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a t….

And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restle….

[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend..

Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character..

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime..

Imagine some foul and putrid corpse that has lain rotting and decomposing in the grave, a jelly-like mass of liquid corruption. Imagine such a corpse….

(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop..

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born..

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff..

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide..

Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. She trusts me, her hand gentle, the long….

A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his lif….

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring..

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed..

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it..