Wipe Your Glasses With What You Know.

The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid Nightblue Fruit.

If The Irish Programme Did Not Insist On The Irish Language I Suppose I Could Call Myself A Nationalist. As It Is, I Am Content Torecognize Myself An Exile: And, Prophetically, A Repudiated One.

Mr. Duffy Lived A Short Distance From His Body.

Human Society Is The Embodiment Of Changeless Laws Which The Whimsicalities And Circumstances Of Men And Women Involve And Overwrap. The Realm Of Literature Is The Realm Of These Accidental Manners And Humours--a Spacious Realm; And The True Literary Artist Concerns Himself Mainly With Them.

The Only Decent People I Ever Saw At The Racecourse Were Horses.