A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.
John Millington SyngeA translation is no translation unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.
John Millington SyngeA man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, for he will be going out on a day when he shouldn't.
John Millington SyngeI'm a good scholar when it comes to reading but a blotting kind of writer when you give me a pen.
John Millington Synge