You cannot eat your cake and have it.

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

If the Irish programme did not insist on the Irish language I suppose I could call myself a nationalist. As it is, I am content torecognize myself an exile: and, prophetically, a repudiated one.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.

He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.