You get a decent do at the Brazen Head

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

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

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.