[Robinson Crusoe] is the true prototype of the British colonist. The whole Anglo-Saxon spirit is in Crusoe: the manly independence, the unconscious c….

Our souls, shame-wounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more..

Let my country die for me..

You get a decent do at the Brazen Head.

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to ….

Heart of my heart, were it more, More would be laid at your feet..

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of ….

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music..

Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived before on t….

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent….

Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did i….

Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined..

Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path..

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish..

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep O….

Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, a….

I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a ….

Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points..

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O..

Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foaming ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and Bungardi….