The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the sun! anew each day; and new and new and new, that comes into and steadies my soul."

the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.

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

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

Revision is its own reward.

It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand I think that one needs to experience resistance in a practical sense, and even that which is poignant to bring out what makes easy reading for others. Too much deprivation of course, means death.

Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.