The things I like to find in a story are punch and poetry.
Love lives in sealed bottles of regret.
Stories, like whiskey, must be allowed to mature in the cask.
Celibacy bestows on a man the qualified freedom of a besieged city where one sometimes has to eat rats.
If we turn to early Irish literature, as we naturally may, to see what sort of people the Irish were in the infancy of the race, we find ourselves wandering in delighted bewilderment through a darkness shot with lightning and purple flame.
The framework of the artist's ideas is clearly only that which he is forever seeking for universality, and must be far wider than the framework of the ideals of the patriot.