to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.

We desert those who desert us; we cannot afford to suffer; we must live how we can.

Nothing arrives on paper as it started, and so much arrives that never started at all. To write is always to rave a little-even if one did once know what one meant

nothing is more restful than conformity.

Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.

It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights.

Ireland is a great country to die or be married in.