One Can Forgive Shakespeare Anything, Except One's

Sometimes The Silences, The Gaps, Tell Us More Than Anything Else.

He Stood Beneath The White Tower, And Looked Up At It With That Mournful Expression Which His Face Always Carried In Repose: For One Moment He Thought Of Climbing Up Its Cracked And Broken Stone, And Then From Its Summit Screaming Down At The Silent City As A Child Might Scream At A Chained Animal.

What Captivity Has Been To The Jews, Exile Has Been To The Irish. For Us, The Romance Of Our Native Land Begins Only After We Have Left Home; It Is Really Only With Other People That We Become Irishmen.

Health, Money. That's What People Worried About In The 14th Century As Much As Today. I Find It So Much More Interesting Than The Supposed Activities Of Kings, Queens, Generals.

Familial Love Can Find An Echo In Our Own Hearts Just As It Did In That Of Charles Dickens.