I'll Tickle His Catastrophe.

History, Stephen Said, Is A Nightmare From Which I Am Trying To Awake.

My Eyes Were Often Full Of Tears (i Could Not Tell Why) And At Times A Flood From My Heart Seemed To Pour Itself Out.

The Object Of The Artist Is The Creation Of The Beautiful. What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question.

Heart Of My Heart, Were It More, More Would Be Laid At Your Feet.

The Irish Are People Who Will Never Have Leaders, For At The Great Moment They Always Desert Them. They Have Produced One Skeleton--parnell--never A Man.