I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

The power of the visible is the invisible.

Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.

Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?