I Shall Gain Glory Or Die.

The Way We Are Living, Timorous Or Bold, Will Have Been Our Life.

Sink Every Impulse Like A Bolt. Secure The Bastion Of Sensation. Do Not Waver Into Language. Do Not Waver In It.

The Ireland I Now Inhabit Is One That These Irish Contemporaries Have Helped To Imagine.

On The Contrary, A Trust In The Staying Power And Travel-worthiness Of Such Good Should Encourage Us To Credit The Possibility Of A World Where Respect For The Validity Of Every Tradition Will Issue In The Creation And Maintenance Of A Salubrious Political Space.

All I Know Is A Door Into The Dark