I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.

An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to comic art is the feeling of joy.

Thought is the thought of thought.

For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.