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When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
Nations have their ego, just like individuals.
All human history moves towards one great goal
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What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.
I don't want to die. Damn death. Long live life.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and a bottle.
No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear.
Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.
The apprehensive faculty must be scrutinised in action.
Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.
Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.
He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.
The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.
I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
Heart of my heart, were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.
It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.