Ireland Sober Is Ireland Stiff.

Let My Country Die For Me.

The Object Of The Artist Is The Creation Of The Beautiful. What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question.

For Myself, I Always Write About Dublin, Because If I Can Get To The Heart Of Dublin I Can Get To The Heart Of All The Cities Of The World. In The Particular Is Contained The Universal.

Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst Like Stars Upon His Memory.

By An Epiphany He Meant A Sudden Spiritual Manifestation, Whether In The Vulgarity Of Speech Or Of Gesture Or Memorable Phrase Of The Mind Itself. He Believed It Was For The Man Of Letters To Record These Epiphanies With Extreme Care (saving Them For Later Use, That Is), Seeing That They Themselves Are The Most Delicate And Evanescent Of Moments.