When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

If church prelates, past or present, had even an inkling of physiology they'd realize that what they term this inner ugliness creates and nourishes the hearing ear, the seeing eye, the active mind, and energetic body of man and woman, in the same way that dirt and dung at the roots give the plant its delicate leaves and the full-blown rose.

That's the Irish all over -- they treat a joke as a serious thing and a serious thing as a joke.

When I stepped from hard manual work to writing, I just stepped from one kind of hard work to another.

A laugh is the loud echo of a sigh; a sigh the faint echo of a laugh.

A waste land lit by holy candles.