For Myself, I Always Write About Dublin,

Any Object, Intensely Regarded, May Be A Gate Of Access To The Incorruptible Eons Of The Gods.

Interpretations Of Interpretations Interpreted.

His Heart Danced Upon Her Movement Like A Cork Upon A Tide.

Never Let Us Do Wrong, Because Our Opponents Did So. Let Us, Rather, By Doing Right, Show Them What They Ought To Have Done, And Establish A Rule The Dictates Of Reason And Conscience, Rather Than Of The Angry Passions.

A Man Of Genius Makes No Mistakes; His Errors Are Volitional And Are The Portals Of Discovery.