White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.
I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
I think a child should be allowed to take his father’s or mother’s name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.
Our souls, shame-wounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
In the particular is contained the universal.
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and a bottle.
Every age must look for its sanction to its poetry and philosophy, for in these the human mind, as it looks backward or forward, attains to an eternal state.
The light music of whiskey falling into a glass – an agreeable interlude.
Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.
What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
Tenors get women by the score.
Desire’s wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.
An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to comic art is the feeling of joy.
And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.
Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.