 Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. |
| My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. |
| I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day. |
| A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery. |
| Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. |
| The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you. |
| Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance. |
| Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. |
| Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment. |
| Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. |
| Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion. |
| Nations have their ego, just like individuals. |
| The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works. |
| I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality. |
| Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. |
| He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. |
| I fear those big words which make us so unhappy. |
| And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. |
