You get a decent do at the Brazen Head

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.

Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

...rapid motion through space elates one.

I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.

When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.