Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in ou >>
I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability >>
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of ano >>
Voyagers discover that the world can never be larger than the person t >>
When the Irishman is found outside of Ireland in another environment, >>
You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get preciou >>
We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America -- as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and we're rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong.