Heart Of My Heart, Were It More,

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.

His Heart Danced Upon Her Movement Like A Cork Upon A Tide.

I Fear Those Big Words, Stephen Said, Which Make Us So Unhappy.

There Is An Atmosphere Of Spiritual Effort Here. No Other City Is Quite Like It. I Wake Early, Often At 5 O'clock, And Start Writing At Once.

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is My Own.