Secrets, Silent, Stony Sit In

Any Object, Intensely Regarded, May Be A Gate Of Access To The Incorruptible Eons Of The Gods.

This Race And This Country And This Life Produced Me, He Said. I Shall Express Myself As I Am.

I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.

I Am Not Likely To Die Of Bashfulness But Neither Am I Prepared To Be Crucified To Attest The Perfection Of My Art. I Dislike To Hear Of Any Stray Heroics On The Prowl For Me.

There Was No Doubt About It: If You Wanted To Succeed You Had To Go Away. You Could Do Nothing In Dublin.