I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their Trouble And Your Joy Their Joy? I Wish I Could Believe It; I Am Troubled, I'm Dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons And Other Shining Baubles"- Unfit To Be The Guardians Of Another Person's Happiness.

Repression, However, Is Not The Most Obvious Characteristic Of The Sea; The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.

That Which Is Impossible To Force, It Is Impossible To Hinder.

I Am Hard To Disgust, But A Pretentious Poet Can Do It