Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!

There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

(...) The new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Specch, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the People.

A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.