My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth

And Yet Her Name Was Like A Summons To All My Foolish Blood.

Every Jackass Going The Roads Thinks He Has Ideas.

He Comes Into The World God Knows How, Walks On The Water, Gets Out Of His Grave And Goes Up Off The Hill Of Howth. What Drivel Is This?

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

The Supreme Question About A Work Of Art Is Out Of How Deep A Life Does It Spring.