I aint such a mug as to put up my children to all I know myself.
A translation is no translation unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.
When I was writing The Shadow of the Glen I got more aid than any learning could have given me from a chink in the floor of the old Wicklow house where I was staying, that let me hear what was being said by the servent girls in the kitchen.
A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.
In the middle classes the gifted son of a family is always the poorest -- usually a writer or artist with no sense for speculation -- and in a family of peasants, where the average comfort is just over penury, the gifted son sinks also, and is soon a tramp on the roadside.
There are so many lovely cities around the U. S. , around the world, that it's almost impossible to pick one.
I have many moods, and there is no objective reality. And I kind of live by that.
Jesus Christ said 'by their fruits ye shall know them,' not by their disclaimers.
I don't think that everyone should have a philosophical answer to any given question. There are things that need to be done.