You Cannot Eat Your Cake And Have

The Intellectual Imagination! With Me All Or Not At All. Non Serviam!

I Don't Mean To Presume To Dictate To You In The Slightest Degree But Why Did You Leave Your Father's House? Mto Seek Misfortune, Was Stephen's Answer.

Hold To The Now, The Here, Through Which All Future Plunges To The Past.

The Philosophic Mind Inclines Always To An Elaborate Life--the Life Of Goethe Or Of Leonardo Da Vinci; But The Life Of The Poet Isintense--the Life Of Blake Or Of Dante--taking Into Its Centre The Life That Surrounds It And Flinging It Abroad Again Amid Planetary Music.

Oh Ireland My First And Only Love Where Christ And Caesar Are Hand In Glove!