Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english.

Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear.

I am not likely to die of bashfulness but neither am I prepared to be crucified to attest the perfection of my art. I dislike to hear of any stray heroics on the prowl for me.

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

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.