I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in t...he younger ore and better veins of the mine--and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so--and now the dross is coming.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So far we have been going firmly ahead, feeling the firm ground of prejudice glide away beneath our feet which is always rather ex...hilarating, but what next? You will be waiting for the bit where we bog down, the bit where we take it all back, and sure enough that's going to come but it will take time.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But the lightning which explodes and fashions planets, maker of planets and suns, is in him. On one side elemental order, sandston...e and granite, rock-ledges, peat-bog, forest, sea and shore; and on the other part, thought, the spirit which composes and decomposes nature,--here they are, side by side, god and devil, mind and matter, king and conspirator, belt and spasm, riding peacefully together in the eye and brain of every man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When all is said and done, friendship is the only trustworthy fabric of the affections. So-called love is a delirious inhuman stat...e of mind: when hot it substitutes indulgence for fair play; when cold it is cruel, but friendship is warmth in cold, firm ground in a bog.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but genius and virtue. It is a sort of natural canonization. It... makes the meanest of us sacred--it installs the poet in his immortality, and lifts him to the skies. Death is the greatest assayer of the sterling ore of talent. At his touch the drossy particles fall off, the irritable, the personal, the gross, and mingle with the dust--the finer and more ethereal part mounts with winged spirit to watch over our latest memory, and protect our bones from insult. We consign the least worthy qualities to oblivion, and cherish the nobler and imperishable nature with double pride and fondness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the ...treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. I...t was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[The Federalist Party are m]ore partial to the opulent than to the other classes of society; and [have] debauched themselves into ...a persuasion that mankind are incapable of governing themselves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »