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

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

I shall write a book some day about the appropriateness of names. Geoffrey Chaucer has a ribald ring, as is proper and correct, and Alexander Pope was inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber was a silly little man without much elegance and Shelley was very Percy and very Bysshe.

Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?

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