Absence, The Highest Form Of Presence.

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

If There Is Any Difficulty In What I Write, It Is Because Of The Material I Use. The Thought Is Always Simple.

I Think I Would Know Nora's Fart Anywhere. I Think I Could Pick Hers Out In A Roomful Of Farting Women.

Your Mind Will Give Back To You Exactly What You Put Into It.

It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art. The Cracked Looking-glass Of A Servant.