To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.
Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.
The apprehensive faculty must be scrutinised in action.
Love me. Love my umbrella.
His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
Every bond is a bond to sorrow.
Too excited to be genuinely happy.
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 night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
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, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird’s heart?
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.
If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.