I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.