rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.

We all to some extent meet again and again the same people and certainly in some cases form a kind of family of two or three or more persons who come together life after life until all passionate relations are exhausted, the child of one life the husband, wife, brother, sister of the next. Sometimes, however, a single relationship will repeat itself, turning its revolving wheel again and again.

But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thought All that we did, all that we said or sang Must come from contact with the soil, from that Contact everything Antaeus-like grew strong.

Mock mockers after that That would not lift a hand maybe To help good, wise or great To bar that foul storm out, for we Traffic in mockery.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.