Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

Wipe your glosses with what you know.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

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