The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than

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.

I Hear The Ruin Of All Space, Shattered Glass And Toppled Masonry, And Time One Livid Final Flame.

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

It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art. The Cracked Looking-glass Of A Servant.

Absence, The Highest Form Of Presence.