A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
We live in our desires rather than in our achievements
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!
So long as one does not despair so long as one doesn’t look upon life bitterly things work out fairly well in the end.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
A literary movement consists of five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other cordially.
But there’s nothing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream.
The harp that once through Tara’s halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls As if that soul were fled.
The moment we pass out of our habits we lose all sense of permanency and routine.
Ireland is a fatal disease fatal to Englishmen and doubly fatal to Irishmen.
No place in England where everyone can go is considered respectable.
A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
The time I’ve lost in wooing In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman’s eyes Has been my heart’s undoing.
This world is all a fleeting show For man’s illusion given The smiles of joy the tears of woe Deceitful shine deceitful flow – There’s nothing true but Heaven.