And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or on some other planet. They say we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.