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If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.
Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.
O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!
[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.
Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.
(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.
Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english.
This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.
Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.
British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.
It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish.
White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.
O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.
When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.