Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic.
In the student sensuality is a sluggish habit of mind.
Alas! the culture of an Irishman is an enterprise to be undertaken with a sort of moral bog hoe.
Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.
Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth.
Good religious men, with the love of men in their hearts, and the means to pay their toll in their pockets.