It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

You are not satisfied unless form is so strictly divorced from content that you can comprehend the one without almost without bothering to read the other.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.