It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.

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

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

I don't want to die. Damn death. Long live life.

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.

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