It's A Rare Thing Not To Have

Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much Gaelic To Me.

We Have Time To Grow Old. The Air Is Full Of Our Cries. But Habit Is A Great Deadener.

The End Of A Life Is Always Vivifying.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

I Speak For An Art ... Weary Of Its Puny Exploits, Weary Of Pretending To Be Able, Of Being Able, Of Doing A Little Better The Same Old Thing, Of Going A Little Further Along A Dreary Road.