Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

There is an atmosphere of spiritual effort here. No other city is quite like it. I wake early, often at 5 o'clock, and start writing at once.

[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.