Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
Only imagination that towers can reproduce evanescence and render rigidity flexible.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.