I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

Places remember events.