A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.

Men come of age at sixty, women at fifteen.

My three-thousand mile walk through Ireland convinced me of one thing - the possibility of organising a proper movement for the independence of my native land.

Women and birds are able to see without turning their heads, and that is indeed a necessary provision for they are both surrounded by enemies.

I would think Until I found Something I can never find; - Something Lying On the ground, In the bottom Of my mind.

Is it not possible that the ultimate end is gaiety and music and a dance of joy?

A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.