People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and that it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had an unobscured glow.

Reason, alas, does not remove mountains. It only tries to walk around them, and see what is on the other side.

After the spiritual powers, there is no thing in the world more unconquerable than the spirit of nationality. ... The spirit of nationality in Ireland will persist even though the mightiest of material powers be its neighbor.

Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.

In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.