Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.

Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.

The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight.