My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth

To Live, To Err, To Fall, To Triumph, To Recreate Life Out Of Life.

I Wanted Real Adventures To Happen To Myself. But Real Adventures, I Reflected, Do Not Happen To People Who Remain At Home: They Must Be Sought Abroad.

An Irishman Needs Three Things : Silence, Cunnning, And Exile.

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

I Shall Write A Book Some Day About The Appropriateness Of Names. Geoffrey Chaucer Has A Ribald Ring, As Is Proper And Correct, And Alexander Pope Was Inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber Was A Silly Little Man Without Much Elegance And Shelley Was Very Percy And Very Bysshe.