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

Redheaded women buck like goats.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

You ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour that person deeply, and to seek to secure that person’s happiness in every way is to “love” then perhaps my affection for you is a kind of love. I will tell you this that your soul seems to me to be the most beautiful and simple soul in the world and it may be because I am so conscious of this when I look at you that my love or affection for you loses much of its violence.