If the Irish programme did not insist on the Irish language I suppose I could call myself a nationalist. As it is, I am content torecognize myself an exile: and, prophetically, a repudiated one.

Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.

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

When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.