Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue...
Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.
If we could only live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat loudly, we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets...
Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art it is the part the schools cannot recognize.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.
Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
The peace of the gardens and the kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence into his restless heart.
The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails
Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.
As you are now so once were we.
And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and...
A dark horse riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moonflowing, his eyeballs stars.
Thought is the thought of thought.
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.