The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.
That thing of hell and eternal punishment is the most absurd, as well as the most disagreeable thought that ever entered into the head of mortal man.
The day I entered St Columb’s College, my parents bought me a Conway Stewart pen. It was a special afternoon, of course. We were going to be parting that evening; they were aware of it, I was aware of it, nothing much was said about it.
It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea.
I have much to say why my reputation should be rescued from the load of false accusation and calumny which has been heaped upon it.
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.
Business is tough, and the fashion industry is particularly tough.
Poems that come swiftly are usually the ones that you keep.
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
How strange a thing like that happens to a man. He dabbles in something and does not realise that it is his life.