It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art.

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.

Pity Is The Feeling Which Arrests The Mind In The Presence Of Whatesoever Is Grave And Constant In Human Sufferings And Unites It With The Human Sufferer.

But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.

I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death. Long Live Life.

I Could Call My Wandering Thoughts Together. I Had Hardly Any Patience With The Serious Work Of Life Which, Now That It Stood Between Me And My Desire, Seemed To Me Child's Play, Ugly Monotonous Child's Play.