Love loves to love love.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.

When the Irishman is found outside of Ireland in another environment, he very often becomes a respected man. The economic and intellectual conditions that prevail in his own country do not permit the development of individuality. No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove.