But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hyper-educated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day.

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.

Love loves to love love.

You cannot eat your cake and have it.

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.

So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined.